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!