Dead eye from the wood of life Hold the ropes and the rigging lines Red-eye a.m. Here i lie Shipwreck passing underneath What of the sailor and her spinning wheel? What was she thinking being Swallowed by the water whole?
Red on the left, green on the right You can see me coming in the morning light Brass and glass and rusted iron Sextant here for the heavenly bodies Compass here but the needle’s shot Magnetic deviation screws me up
Break the glass from your hanging lanterns Break the sea with your blackened anchors And you might end up a floating junk pile But you can always scramble to salvage a smileTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
