Read about Seymour yesterday In the news that found it’s way To where I sleep and seek to be Where I am, I hear, I see. Read about Seymour in my mind Window stacks across the blinds The lightning tower on Pyre Hill I wonder where I’ll find my field. Don’t look out… Don’t look out… Don’t look out… Don’t look out… Read about Seymour, look my way Feel him near day after day All cutlass and alone, alas The spirit sank like mourning glass. Read about Seymour yesterday In the news that found it’s way To where I sleep and seek to be Where I am, I hear, I see. Don’t look out… Don’t look out… Don’t look out… Don’t look out…