Immunodeficiency
Trouble is
Nowadays
We go walking in the rain
Protected by our plastic parasols
From the mists
To the waves
We don't think we ever will implode again
The mighty leaden rollers rushing in to kill us all
But the ships are swiftly sinking
And the submarine in which I am
Sequestering myself
Is failing to produce a proper answer
I'm thinking to myself
I'm telling me that deftly I'll be
Giving my advice to all the world
That the cells we're in are splitting
So it's looking like
It's likely that it's cancer
You looked sweet
Standing there
Smiling at me sleepily
Suspiciously like someone who is dead
Shake the sheets
Let 'em air
We'll go down in history
Conspicuously grinning
Like the cat who's in the story life we've led
And the ships are softly sighing
As the sedimental seafloor says
A prayer to bring them home
And sings a sullen cradle song of death
I'm thinking to myself
I'm telling me that certainly we
Haven't got the heart to tell the world
That the tumors are malignant
So the time is coming
When we'll breathe our last breath
From the start
Where was I
I was not the kind of guy
To look a fading flower in the eye
Cross your heart
Hope to die
Hope to soon be sailing smoothly heaven-high
Surrounded by the seabirds as they skim the starless sky
Nowadays
We go walking in the rain
Protected by our plastic parasols
From the mists
To the waves
We don't think we ever will implode again
The mighty leaden rollers rushing in to kill us all
But the ships are swiftly sinking
And the submarine in which I am
Sequestering myself
Is failing to produce a proper answer
I'm thinking to myself
I'm telling me that deftly I'll be
Giving my advice to all the world
That the cells we're in are splitting
So it's looking like
It's likely that it's cancer
You looked sweet
Standing there
Smiling at me sleepily
Suspiciously like someone who is dead
Shake the sheets
Let 'em air
We'll go down in history
Conspicuously grinning
Like the cat who's in the story life we've led
And the ships are softly sighing
As the sedimental seafloor says
A prayer to bring them home
And sings a sullen cradle song of death
I'm thinking to myself
I'm telling me that certainly we
Haven't got the heart to tell the world
That the tumors are malignant
So the time is coming
When we'll breathe our last breath
From the start
Where was I
I was not the kind of guy
To look a fading flower in the eye
Cross your heart
Hope to die
Hope to soon be sailing smoothly heaven-high
Surrounded by the seabirds as they skim the starless sky
Credits
Writer(s): Stephan Christopher Nance
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