Saw you on the oceanside From under the boat Saw you making knots Saw you get the rope A boy appearing on the deck Making it lurch Bubble of your interests Ready to burst
He whistles and he runs
Saw you in distraction of Sleeping slow despair Bursting in a rapture He wasn't even there Feature is a creature Though you wish you were the wind Boat will not stop moving If you tie him up until the end
He whistles and he runs so hold him fast Play the line he wants to let it last He might succumb to what you haven't seen He has a keen eye for what you didn't see
when the cadaverous mobs In the doors to the tent And man, meanwhile you cannot be
When the cadaverous mobs take the scores scores for the dead man you cannot be
I want you to be there When he gets to the end Have to find a way |
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