Treasure Island

Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

Big Ships Sail Out To Sea

Big ships sail out to sea
But they can't hold my heart
Or harbor my soul
Since you traveled away…

The sky is as black as ink
But it can't hurt or feel
As much as I feel for you
Now you've sailed away…

Oh I'm bleeding in waves
And nothing can stem
Or staunch this pain
I'm feeling over and over again…

Babe I'm taking this breath
But I don't want to breathe
I just want to drown
In your arms again…

Oh big ships are sailing
Sailing away with you
And the world is a conch shell
And all I hear is you…

When you was willing to give
All I hear is a moment with you
Let the mermen wail
This is all I can say or feel

Oh I can't pretend I'm not
Drowning without you…

Submitted: Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, November 21, 2012
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