Periscope extends the lens Veiney hands can't mend Your broken little baby's remains We all fall to bits just the same Eyes down for a full house Yeah I love you long time They christened me just to give me a name Now know that I'm to blame
There was no man in his eyes No lights to beam home those ships Can't even extend out his arm To go and cash in his chips I wish that I could not so rightly place this But at least I can say that I was there That I witnessed his demise But you my lucky son Because of your size You would not remember
This has sent your only son To an early grave What you thought was an accident Was deliberate
There's a twitch in his hand As I offered him mine Our captain only cared about his crew But you would not remember, would you?
And when that time does come my brother And I should offer you my hand You'll know just what to do What not to put me through You must remember...
Come your expiration Come your sell-by date And there is no companion It'll be too late
All this misfortune is punishment He sings of gods that desert him He falls again But undeterred he hides from the light
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Compositores: Mark John Heron, Michael James Vennart, Richard Anthony Ingram, Steven John Durose, Steven Hodson ECAD: Obra #4826244