Geoff Rickly - New Sympathies | Текст песни

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I have to confess,
I’ve made my bed
Now I’ll sleep in it, alone.
I’m going to have bad dreams…
Captains of Industry,
It’s time to sail the Seven Seas.
You should think twice…
Sweet, sweet, sweet Kerosene,
A lonely light walks with me
To make a mess and have a blast.
Well, I have to confess:
I made my bed,
Now I’ll sleep in it,alone,
But I’ll have bad dreams
Like the bottom of the sea
With the waves crashing down,
The sight and sound of a sinking ship and what goes with it:
A shudder from above, a groan and a creak,
The crackle and streak of a spark set free
And it’s learning to sing
Unholy sounds
Like God’s open mouth.
The words come in waves just to drown out all the pleas of the damned
Who hear what it says…
And it says, “Don’t breathe.”
There’s a woman in the sails hanging over the rails,
A kid with a kite who just watched the string fail,
Three guys in a raft and it’s upside down
(They think they rise when they sink and the sky’s gone out)
Well, there’s ice in the drink
And the ship’s gone to hell.
The passengers talk
And they’re starting to tell
Of a Captain on deck
And he’s pacing around
And he’s waving his arms
Trying to comfort the crowd
He says,
“Please, Please, Please,
One at a time.
Please, Please, Please,
Stay Calm…
We’re all going to die.”

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