Gotta stop blaming me
For the end of the outpouring
Never wrote symphony
Without first feeling boring
Wish the winds would blow for me
But apathy comes creeping
Another midnight lost at sea
Red sky in the evening
Red sky in the evening
So call out to the captain
Tell him the winds are dying
Dying
Never thought
You’d wish that you would hit sand
Red sky in the evening
The evening
The flood begins with the first drop
But I haven’t seen a cloud in months
A cloud in months
Wishing for a warning sign
Red sky in the morning light
The morning light
So call out to the captain
Tell him the winds are dying
Dying
Never thought
You’d wish that you would hit sand
Red sky in the evening
The evening
So call out to the captain
Tell him the winds are dying
Dying
Never thought
You’d wish that you would hit sand
Red sky in the evening
The evening
So call out to the captain
Tell him the winds are dying
Dying
You wish that you would hit sand
Red sky in the evening, oh
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