Sax Rohmer #1, The Mountain Goats

Fog lifts from the harbor, dawn goes down to day An agent crests the shadows of the nearby alleyway Piles of broken bricks, sign posts on the path Every moment points towards the aftermath Yeah

Sailors straggle back from their nights out on the town Hopeless urchins from the city gather round Spies from imperial China wash in with the tide Every battle heads toward surrender towards both sides

And I am coming home to you With my own blood in my mouth And I am coming to you If it’s the last thing that I do

Elves move in the tower, wolves howl in the hills Chalk marks show up on a few high windowsills And a rabbit gives up somewhere, and a dozen hawks descend Every moment leads toward its own sad end Yeah

Ships loosed from their moorings capsize and then they’re gone Sailors with no captains watch awhile and then move on And an agent crests the shadows and I head in her direction All roads lead toward the same blocked intersection

I am coming home to you With my own blood in my mouth And I am coming to you If it’s the last thing that I do

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