Songtext von 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 leaves still believing they are free to come and go 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 Sinking ship- How long can you hold still? Your illness fills this empty room A portrait of your lover softly drowning in the water 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