The Mountain Goats - Sax Rohmer #1 lyrics

Fog lifts from the harbor
Dawn goes down to day
An agent crests the shadows
Of the nearby alleyway
Piles of broken bricks
Sign posts on the path
Every moment points towards the aftermath
Yeah ah ah

Sailors straggle back from their nights
Out on the town
Hopeless urchins from the city gather around
Spies from imperial China wash
In with the tide
Every battle heads toward surrender
On both sides

And I am coming home to you
With my own blood in my mouth
And I am coming home to you
If it’s the last thing that I do

Bells ring in the tower
Wolves howl in the hills
Chalk marks show up on a few high windowsills
And a rabbit gives up somewhere
And a dozen hawks descend
Every moment leads toward it's own sad end
Yeah ah ah

Ships loosed from their moorings capsize
And then they’re gone
Sailors with no captains watch awhile
And then move on
And an agent crests the shadows and
I head in her direction
All roads lead toward the
Same blocked intersection

I am coming home to you
With my own blood in my mouth
And I am coming home to you
If it’s the last thing that I do