My lief es far en londe   The sea has bounds, desire none   Spirit all compact of fire   Dance on the sands, tonight      Your lips are conquerors   Your lips are filled with lies      Lost, lost in what seems   That’s how it should be   Who, who is to see?   We write in water   Now      Touch me under this sinking sky   I can command the smile   Be stirring as the time   Be fire with fire, with fire      Your lips are conquerors   Your lips are filled with lies      Lost, lost in what seems   That’s how it should be   Who, who is to see?   We write in water   Now      Lost, lost in what seems   That’s how it should be   Who, who is to see?   We write in water      Lost, lost in what seems   That’s how it should be   Who, who is to see?   We write in water