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I heard your voice at midnightBy the river shoreI saw your child sleepingBehind an open doorThe moon was in the riverShining up from the floorAnd the fish swam like moonlightThrough your child's closing doorAnd morning is the long way homeThe fisherman was drowningBy his broken heelHis screams were tiny bubblesAnd his tongue made of steelWhen he died his teeth made stonesFor your lonely child to feelAnd his eyes like prayers were quietWhen you heard his tongues of steelAnd morning is the long way homeThe ghost of ghosts was passingAnd the grasses waved like hairI knew I'd die forgottenI'm the whisper of your careThe water would surround meAnd my body would despairBut my heart would understandThe door that's closing thereAnd morning is the long way home From Letras Mania