Far from the distant boarder, taking up your time,
This is not what you wanted, if you're a friend of mine,
And I see them surfacing the night,
When my ships comes in.
As a storm before the wind,
And I know it's not really a sin,
When my ships comes in.
I would turn myself forever, if I only could,
When we believed that never, once was understood
And the moon is sailing by, when my ships comes in.
As a storm before the wind,
And I know it's not really a sin,
When my ships comes in.
When my ships comes in,
I know there's a storm for the wind,
And I know it's not really a sin
When my ships comes in.
Ships comes in.
There's a storm before the wind,
And I know it's not really a sin
When my ships comes in.
Ships comes in.
Ships comes in.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI