I've seen the ships out on the ocean
And the skies with streaks of white
The wild people in the open
Taken by the violet light
Oh the tables turn
Oh the fires burn
On the golden shores
Open broken doors
The sheets are cold on my fingertips
As I slowly fall asleep
I listen to you speaking, your lips
On this runaway empty street
Oh the tables turn
Oh the fires burn
On the golden shores
Open broken doors
Oh it's taking me higher
Oh it's taking me higher