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Heading south so i can go north
Guided by birds but drifting off-course Read the tide-table before starting out Bbut 30 years old with chapters torn out You, waking up from a dream of the sea Safe in the harbour from sailors like me You, in the kitchen, waiting on tea Whilst i lose the compass to a trick of the sea Bearing east so i can blow west Guided by wreckage of the marie celeste (read) sombrero fallout whilst waiting for calm Carved chapter 13 in script on my arm You, waking up from a dream of the sea Safe in the harbour from sailors like me You, in the kitchen, waiting on tea Whilst i lose the compass to a trick of the sea |
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I'm in my halloween boat with a hole in my heart the size of a girl
Pacific postman, 30 west by 50 east on a black sea that joins up countries My life is one second slow ' says here on my watch ' that's how i know I'm a map-pin on a dead sea marking out 30 west by 50 east On the off-chance that anyone should wish to know A trail of letters waltz on the tide back to maritime plaza from my halloween boat And it's so cold, you can hear the moon My life is one second slow ' says here on my watch ' that's how i know There's a hole in my heart the size of a girl ' 30 by 50 In my pocket, a letter ' a "let's make it better" note But i'm all out at sea, asking the harbour to come this way, closer, to swallow me And there's a hole in this boat the size of a star that i plug with the letter The "let's make it better." a peep show for jesus. He looks through the stars |
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