Arrested freedom
Seagulls fill the air with joy
anchored sailboats tugs want to be free
sail around the world alone,
as a Japanese fishing vessel did
end up at the coast of Canada.
Alas, caught by the coast guard as it
prepared to sail for Chile and Peru.
Anchored in a lonely bay
waits for her captain to show up.
This slavey of navigation
had been a year of freedom.
Sea gulls fly, sleek bodies white as snow.
A storm is brewing
the ocean is theirs alone.
Be it a spell
Be it my fate
Be it my train to hell
A date with death's a date
Yes I've heard the foreboding bell
The book yet a sad tale will tell
Death's inferior an angel to Loneliness
And tis fatal when Death's your physicianess
The child archer cherubim, your assassin
I'm helpless, powerless 'gainst this sin
Again I survived a kiss of dragon from her
Yet somehow she'll earn my trust on a platter
And every time on her bed of roses
She brings water out of rock like Moses
O! I am so confused
My wits they're all defused
My heart says let her in
And my head says no no no
Against my oat it's a sin
Yet somehow I will let go
She kills the savageness in me
And put me to sleep like a baby
I see them when I fall slumbering to her magic
Those blank scornish slavey days of mine
When I'd ask the blind familiar stranger
How could hearts how could love be this
Yet when she's near me I can't get my heartbeat static
This love is far sweeter than fine wine
In my mouth so sweet though I know 'tis vinegar
Somehow she makes it sweet in a kiss
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