world is still and dreams go on it happens when i'm alone the days stretch to their full height, then collapse to a moon's delight up here i'm safe again i don't notice anything signals they come and go and i've seen enough of them to know. full sails shape the lives of men. far below we toss and turn over this, is it desperate to make believe that anything could ever be worse than all of this? it's only forgotten words only some odds'n'ends of bad dreams i can't forget. i've seen enough of all of them. full sails shape the lives of men. and when the stars have gone we turn and head for home.