Lyrics
I have seen the writing on the fisherman’s hand
I have observed the signs or messages on the fisherman's hand.
As he gazes through the summer
As he looks intently during the summer.
To the ocean, flat as candle wax
To the ocean, which is smooth and flat like candle wax.
So many moons since he relaxed
So many months have passed since he last relaxed.
The evening chill is chiselled to the fractures in his face
The evening chill accentuates the lines and cracks on his face.
Yet still his accent’s warm as morning pastry
Yet, his accent remains warm, akin to morning pastry.
Needed by his lover every dawn he wakes discovering
Required by his lover every morning, he discovers a simple life for both of them.
A simple life for her, for him
A simple life is desired for her and him.
I’ve seen the writing
I've witnessed the signs or messages.
And I tell you what boy
And let me tell you, boy.
I've been the Letterman
I've experienced being the Letterman.
And it ain’t enough boy
And it's not sufficient, boy.
It ain’t enough to understand
It's not enough to comprehend.
I have heard the silence of the horizontal view
I've perceived the quietness of the horizontal view.
Now the sun sets him to dreaming of a sky he knew before
Now, the sun triggers dreams of a sky he knew before.
The same old battered waves began
The familiar, worn waves commence again.
Behind his heart beats in the blue
His heart beats in the blue, behind it.
Between the words he does not say
Between the unspoken words, his name is as clear as midday simmers.
His name is written plain as midday simmers
He slowly utters a prayer for...
Slowly cries a prayer for
He will sacrifice life to reunite with the island.
He will take the life to make the island part of him again
I've perceived the silence.
I have heard the silence
But let me tell you, boy.
But I tell you what boy
I've been the Letterman.
I've been the Letterman
And it's not sufficient, boy.
And it ain’t enough boy
It's not enough to comprehend.
It ain’t enough to understand
Let me tell you, boy.
I tell you what boy
I've been the Letterman.
I've been the Letterman
And it's not sufficient, boy.
And it ain’t enough boy
It's not enough to comprehend.
It ain’t enough to understand
Let me tell you, boy.
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