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Sinking ship, how long can you hold still, your illness spills against my face Sinking ship how long can you hold still, look at you, feel the coming waves A perfect Sunday portrait of my mother painting horses all alone Of lovers and of leavers still believing they are free to come back home ooooh ooooh ooooooooh Sinking ship how long can you hold still your illness is all that you are A portrait of my father as a baby sleeping underneath the stars A small pill of forgiveness I am giving to myself, it's what I need A small gift of fufillment I am hoping you will open and recieve ooooh ooooh ooooooooh Sinking ship how long can you hold still your illness fills this empty mirror A portrait of you lover softly drowning in the warm waters of June A perfect Sunday portrait of my mother sending signals through the drums A portrait of my sadness finding shelter in the safety of my home ooooh ooooh ooooooooh From Letras Mania