And since that first breath... We’ll need grace that we’ve never given (well) Well, Ive been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts Its not only when these eyes are closed These lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach, but they hold this ship together, tossed like leaves in this weather My dreams are sails that I point towards my true north, stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better But it won’t, at least I don’t believe it will... So Ive built a wooden heart inside this iron ship, to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts Don’t let these waves wash away your hopes This war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 14:44:40 +0000