When evening comes and fog is gone He raises from his shelter hidden in the dark He wispers in the wind So slowly and clead The blood is freezing When he's passing near He walks on the shore By himself, all alone To guard and protect What he calls home As the sun comes out And sunrays hits his pale white skin He silently disappears In the steam of gasoline He feeds his ego With fisherman tails And young couples Promises and lies He feeds his ego With sailor's homesickness With suicidal people Courage and weakness He walks on the shore By himself, all alone To guard and protect What he calls home