Sad little clown on the open shore
when you dream of things
the future doesn't hold no more
and the wind whispers tears
into your eyes
It’s one sad story with a sad fate
for the things you said
and solemnly then promised her
were said too late
for this one fine hero to maintain
his disguise
and as the moon kissed your eyes
you turned away
When the beauty of the open shore
and her once upon a starry secret
sang for me to cry no more
a new day would dawn
to dry my eyes
When the always of the open sea
and her once upon a starry face
that I have always known as me
scatter on her waves my very last
disguise
I will open my eyes
and fly away
