tall ships go

i dreamed i heard that you were dead

i dreamed i searched an empty bed

for a sign of you

and the sea called hard to me

like a cell without a key

and i felt the distance

i watched the tall ships go

with the drift wood on the flow

with pride that grows in hardship

and i knew you were below

i hear your voice

and it keeps me from sleeping

why must it always be dreams

when your voice comes to me

i dreamed you felt the typhoon spit

and walked into the heart of it

while the sea gulls cry

i know how to feel that call

it never suited me at all

but some are born to it

and you seemed so bright and hard

like a bloody edge of sword

but if you're an enemy

then you look a lot like me

i hear your voice

and it keeps me from sleeping

why must it always be dreams

when your voice comes to me

i dreamed you sailed me to the swamp

in a black boat

you spoke to me of things

of the shame that years will bring

and i felt your hand shake

though you always seemed so hard

now i never see the sword

and i find the enemy

has to feel the same as me

i hear your voice

and it keeps me from sleeping

why must it always be dreams

when your voice comes to me