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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
in our ships
and from tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
distance our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no could outrun
The blowing on the to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, dull in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we it short
I drank a thimble of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
watching sink the heavy of everything we knew
If you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
in our ships
and from tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
distance our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no could outrun
The blowing on the to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, dull in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we it short
I drank a thimble of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
watching sink the heavy of everything we knew
If you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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