The black sea

On a ship to nowhere
on a dark and tranquil sea
i¡¯m sinking with a cargo
of the things that cannot be
on the far horizon
the final sunsets fall
and tuesday becomes wednesday
becomes any day at all
Everything we do
nothing remains true
i am frightened i¡¯m a liar
and i¡¯m tortured by desire
every single day
in all the simple ways
i am torn apart inside
by the things i¡¯ve tried to hide
Down the dusty roads we go
and down the leafy lanes
and down the long and winding road
the landscape stays the same
Everything we do
nothing remains true
i am frightened i¡¯m a liar
and i¡¯m tortured by desire
every single day
in all the simple ways
i am torn apart inside
by the things i¡¯ve tried to hide
Everything we do
nothing remains true
i am frightened i¡¯m a liar
and i¡¯m tortured by desire
every single day
in all the simple ways
i am torn apart inside
by the things i¡¯ve tried to hide