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THE FIGUREHEAD song lyrics
by Joel Sattler

[based on a translation of LA POLENA by Francesco Mega

I looked up and then an apple had rolled down
From the hillside and stopped at my feet there
teardrop from a sweet and golden sunset
raining down from who knows where

I see the clothes drying on the line
in the city
like the sheets of the ships navigating
leaving me behind

I am the woman who waits at the window
looking out as the world goes to shadow
searching in the sky for a guiding light
like music in the night

showing the route that must be taken, pointing the way
I am the figurehead of morning
as they sail away

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