and life’s like space without room
and life’s like bacon and ice cream...
'... There’s a bit of magic in everything and then some loss to even things out ... ' LR
Well the coal-black sea waits for me-me-me
the coal-black sea waits forever
The waves hit the shore
crying more-more-more
but the coal-black sea waits forever
The tornados come up the coast they run
hurricanes rip the sky forever
Through the weathers change
the sea remains the same
the coal-black sea waits forever
There are ashes split through collective guilt
people rest at sea forever
Since they burnt you up
collect you in a cup
for you the coal-black sea has no terror
Will your ashes float
like some foreign boat
or will they sink absorbed forever
Will the Atlantic Coast, have its final boast
nothing else contained you ever
Now the coal-black sea waits for me-me-me
the coal-black sea waits forever
When I leave this joint at some further point
the same coal-black sea will it be waiting