Captain We're Sinking Like The Gun In Mary Lou's Handbag
As we run the risk of boarder line prosperity resting on a makeshift fence above t he sea so dig in begin to understand that we'll never really comprehend exactly what these words might mean. Surprise the blood in my eyes is getting the best of me. Like a plain burning in the sky I'm a ship about to sink. In a room with now window lights slowly growing fading into me. Tell me you have sympathy I can tell you that your wrong. The worst is that I knew this all along. Where burning like two stars lost in the sky. Violently turning red. We are sadly mistaken for satellites. Projecting thoughts in your head. So here I go. Can you see my name in light? With every look in your eyes and we know that we are never alone.
