I've heard you on the telephone
but you're the one
who scarred my hands with laughter
I took your word, I didn't tell
the priest when I was scared of Hell
Instead I watched
the sun bleed for an hour
And now I sit with photographs
I listen and I don't talk back
they tell me of the sea
and of the sailors
They tell me of the sea
and of the sailors
And now I sit with photographs
we took them on the mountain paths
they tell me of the sea
and of the sailors sailing endlessly
I want to know
the ending of the story.
Oh finally the call would come
I would not fall I would not run
I'd remember how
you scarred my hands with laughter
Our children dreaming in the yard
of Pisces swimming in the stars
They're ours because
you scarred my hands with laughter
.... to be continued
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