Thirteen sailboats passing me by, and a young, timid sailor was I
I would sleep on the shore and dream of something more of my life
And all of the open doors I have ignored
Sweet Virginia caught on a hook, like a runaway train, she roams free
Spreading like wildfire, tarnished by rain
Like a renaissance painting she hangs, on the walls of the trees
When nothing is at all as it seems
Holding your hands in the candlelight
Slipping away from your gentle eyes
Soft hallucinations of your silhouette on pages of my story
Tracing out your face and I can see my own reflection in the drawing
When nothing is at all as it seems
Holding your hands in the candlelight
Slipping away from your gentle eyes
Soft hallucinations of your silhouette on pages of my story
Tracing out your face and I can see my own reflection in the drawing
Thirteen sailboats passing me by, and a young, timid sailor was I
I would sleep on the shore and dream of something more of my life
And all of the open doors, I have ignored
