They call em rogues, they travel fast and alone
One hundred foot faces of Gods good ocean gone wrong
What they call love is a risk
To always get hit
By some wave out of nowhere and end up on your own.
Your tongue is a rutter
Steers the whole ship
Sends your words past your lips
Or keep them safe behind your teeth
But the wrong words will strand you
Sweep your boat out to sea
Or dashed to bits on the reef
I wish for one more day
To give my love and repay debts
The morning finds our bodies washed up 40 miles west
This is the end
This stories old but it goes on and on until we disapear
Call me and let me taste the salt you breath you while you are underneath
I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean
I know that this is what you want
A funeral keeps both of us apart.
You know that you are not alone
I need you like water in my lungs.
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