The Chasing Monster - Albatross lyrics

Here's shapes, here's colours, here's humans Weak mortals, chained to the earth Creatures of clay as frail as the foliage of the woods Unfortunate race, whose life is but of darkness As unreal as a shadow The illusion of a dream They were making a fool of him His wings were crooked, out of control He was down Those sailor men were screaming and laughing He was imprisoned Struggling to escape from the waves that had tied him down Like those mariners floating over and over on their tiny boat On an infinite ocean He was exhausted Only one of the sailors seemed moved by this sight He was tenderly watching the last breath of a long journey For a moment the eyes of the mariner And those of the tired animal met The look of a friend you know you will never see again Just rest now and soon you'll be fine, thought the young man Before the sea swallowed him The mariner saw the bird almost whispering to him Those last words are still floating upon the morning breeze Still whispering to the willing creatures Those words give wings to the mind and make men soar to heaven As I fall, the wind will carry me on