Fisher Island Sound

My call in the silent small town's winter
Your child is tall and asking for more than you
Your sighs, I hear them long and high now, my dear
Your time may pass, the edge is open, hopin'

Alive, alone, alive, alone
Alive, alone, alive, alone

And after dark
I start to see the shadows, oh-oh-oh-oh
Sing my tomes
Swinging from the gallows, oh-oh-oh-oh

Alive, alone, alive, alone
Alive, alone, alive, alone

And it's been cold
Despite my heated lantern, oh-oh-oh-oh
And I've been cold
Wade through the phantom, oh-oh-oh-oh