Dead Ocean Song
Driving the phantom ship into the seas of turmoil, hanging onto the swells of the dead ocean song
I remember the skies, endless in their will to love
I remember my song , born innocent in the arms of friends
Sunsets pray on horizons and dig deep into the eyeball theater
I was falling wordlessly and bound for the bottom
The days are walking in single file, past the gallery of memories and the will to transpire
Someday soon , i don't know when, i'll pick myself up again
Dust off these ancient bones, Pick my head up and head on home
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