Speak to me darlin’ I can’t see through your brain.

And she spoke about sunshine, behind clouds full of rain.

She paved the path his eyes came to blame,

and broke down the wooden board that held the chain.



Many of their goals and dreams had been delayed,

coz the drifting ocean was full of waves.

And the causes that played a game were never afraid.

The mind speaks of love while the game speaks of hate.



Well the last passenger of the ship said ‘farewell’.

‘I’m already parted from you Isabel’.



There’s nothing that tells you to sit and behave,

when you’re depending on something that makes you feel save.

She spoke about pirates counting by faith.

Silver and gold always come late.



But promises are kept and don’t need to wait.

Some of your chances are words that you say.

They only make sence if your movements are strait.

And the costs of taking are giving them away.



Well the last passenger of the ship said ‘farewell’.

‘I’m already parted from you Isabel’.



She spoke about sailors, sailing in the lightning.

If one will crush, the’ll drown without dying.

Constantly moving away without swimming.

They fall in the ocean when the’re tired of flying.



She spoke about captains, they felt it before.

Now teaching sailors to never start a war.

Waves break or crumble near shore.

The parts of your body like dust on the floor.

The’ll never combine and never restore.



Well the last passenger of the ship said ‘farewell’.

‘I’m already parted from you Isabel’.



© Tangarine