Read about Seymour yesterday.
In the news that found it’s way
To where I sleep and seek to be,
Where I am, I hear, I see.
Read about Seymour in my mind.
Window stacks across the blinds.
The lightning tower on Pyre Hill.
I wonder where I’ll find my fill.
Don’t look out!
Don’t look out!
Don’t look out!
Don’t look out!
Read about Seymour, look my way.
Feel him near day after day
All cutlass and alone, alas.
The spirit sank like mourning glass.
Read about Seymour yesterday.
In the news that found it’s way
To where I sleep and seek to be,
Where I am, I hate to see.
Don’t look out!
Don’t look out!
Don’t look out!
Don’t look out!
