Act III: Modulate Back To The Tonic

(I've been trapped here for one hundred years
 Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel
 Isn't there a way out, now?
 Brave friend horizon, bring me back to fourteen)
 There's a million ways out of the city
 I don't know one
 His way was to pursue birds, with food in their mouths
 Suitable for humans, snatching from them.
 Then the birds would follow and snatch it back
 And they would all go chasing each other gaily for miles
 Parting at last with mutual expressions of goodwill
 "Save him, save him", they cried
 Looking with horror at the cruel sea far below
 We're hanging from our ankles
 We're hanging from this spot
 We're hanging from our ankles
 ... From this spot
 My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,
 To form our end
 Form...
 (I've been trapped here for one hundred years
 Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel
 Isn't there a way out, now?
 Brave friend horizon, bring me back to fourteen)
 Indeed, a million golden arrows were pointing it out to children
 All directed by their friendly sign, who wanted them to destroy their way
 Before leaving them for the night.
 In an unexplored patch as they rose and they spread,
 Black shadows began to dawn on them.
 The roar of the seas took prey, this is quite different now
 And above all, we'd lost the certainty that you would live
 When at last it had been steady again, he found himself alone in the darkness.
 We're hanging from our ankles
 (Is this exactly what you wished for?)
 We're hanging from this spot
 (I am through with it all)
 We're hanging from our ankles
 (Is this exactly what you wished for?)
 I am through with it all
 My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,
 To form our end
 Form...
 We're hanging from our ankles
 (Is this exactly what you wished for?)
 We're hanging from this spot
 (I am through with it all)
 We're hanging from our ankles
 (Is this exactly what you wished for?)
 I am through with it all
 My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,
 To form our end
 Form...