Portugal. The Man Sapphire Magic Lyrics

Back to the well
The acrobats spinning round
The head's in the bay
Stepping in close to that door
Into the shore
Feelings and pains
Plans slip them back into
behind the view
The place seen up through that door
It's in the door
Back through they go
They're going past the
port on his mouth dripping shame
They find eyes that flow through that door
It's in the door
Ripples and tides
Bowing for seconds
Moon crowning games
The leeches to get through that door
It's in the door