LiZZySkYnRd7^
12-31-2004, 06:12 AM
Not so much a song.....more a poem form....as it turns out.
With a fistful of of sand dollars
A pocket full of shells
And an eyeful of tragedy
From diving down wells...
You left for oceans
The lower you go
The better the odds
For the devil to feel the motions....
With a mouthful of seaweed
A heart full of grief
And a skull full of bruises
From colliding with reef...
You left for oceans
We could always tip the maste a bit
Before the point of no return
We always were off course a bit
Unhinged from the bow to the stern..
But its high tide now, Man Overboard
Close your ears to the Sirens sweet reward
Yes its time to come back where your soul is moored
I'm still waiting for you Man Overboard
And I'll haunt these docks forever.......
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There is a song in there somewhere for f*ck sake, I'm sure of it : :angry:
With a fistful of of sand dollars
A pocket full of shells
And an eyeful of tragedy
From diving down wells...
You left for oceans
The lower you go
The better the odds
For the devil to feel the motions....
With a mouthful of seaweed
A heart full of grief
And a skull full of bruises
From colliding with reef...
You left for oceans
We could always tip the maste a bit
Before the point of no return
We always were off course a bit
Unhinged from the bow to the stern..
But its high tide now, Man Overboard
Close your ears to the Sirens sweet reward
Yes its time to come back where your soul is moored
I'm still waiting for you Man Overboard
And I'll haunt these docks forever.......
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There is a song in there somewhere for f*ck sake, I'm sure of it : :angry: