Blackout Beach Nineteen, One God, One Dull Star
We were always rivers flowing
From the meadows to the light sea
It's nineteen miles to the coast
The birds are crowded around
Payphones and their beaks re-devouring
Every last seed that they saw
This was a war
Donna is like some boat
We break our paddles in woe
A wake is full of woe
So blow that boat
I'm deficient in my jaw
Nights have been kidding around with the captain's son
I miss you when the sea hisses its white call
I'm a wait for you by the shore
One hundred tapestries; but did you sow this?
Judas I know you're with her but:
Donna lies
She burnt the orphanage, but saved the payroll
In case the accountant came along
So dutiful
We shall row into wakes full of woe
And downstairs is below waterlines
Meaning below deck has no sense of star's sight
Appraised still of the sorrow of her flight
We row we shall escape this bay
No no don't let us sin
I seen the lighthouse under the floor
I seen the lighthouse light sink underneath the floor
