Sinking Ship

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 receive [Verse 3] 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 drum A portrait of my sadness finding shelter In the safety of my home