Sinking Ship

Sinking ship, how long can you hold still?
Your illness spills against my face
Sinking ship, how long can you hold still?
Oh can't 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

Oh
Oh
Oh

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 fulfillment 
I am hoping you will open and recieve

Oh
Oh
Oh

Sinking ship, how long can you hold still? 
Your illness fills this empty room
A portrait of your 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

Oh
Oh
Oh