The Mountain Goats - Sax Rohmer #1 lyrics

Fog lifts from the harbor, dawn goes down to day An agent crests the shadows of a nearby alleyway Piles of broken bricks, signposts on the path Every moments points toward the aftermath Sailors straggle back from their nights out on the town Hopeless urchins from the city gather around Spies from imperial China wash in with the tide Every battle heads toward surrender on both sides And I am coming home to you With my own blood in my mouth And I coming home to you If it's the last thing that I do Bells ring 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 Ships loosed from their moorings capsize and then they're gone Sailors with no captains watch a while 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 home to you If it's the last thing that I do