Dead Sailors

I’m getting up though I don’t have the legs
Or an idea of what I’m about to do
Blow out that candle flaring in your eyes
Like no sailor would do
You and your dead sailors
Your conscience claims
Sitting here hoarse and warm
You and your dead favorites
Consequence claimes
So not here drunk and warm
You and your dead sailors
You and your double lives
Down in flames in some bar
The river’s fenced off where we used to go
When the bars closed or the money ran out
They’re building apartments there
They’ll be a lovely view
For the lucky few
I guess no one cares about sailors in this bar
I guess I collect trivia the way you collect tar
But please humor me
And all those lost at sea
The river’s fenced off where we used to go
When the bars closed or the money ran out
They’re building apartments there
They’ll be a lovely view
For the lucky few
The river’s fenced off where the wind used to sting my eyes
And I would cry like sailors do
You said the stars get brighter
Just a little ways out of the city
I said there it’d be too easy, far too easy
You said «too easy?»
And shook your head in disbelief
What a complaint
You and your dead sailors
You and your double lives
Down in flames in some bar
The river’s fenced off where the wind used to sting my eyes
And I would cry like sailors do
They’re building apartments there
They’ll be a lovely view
For the lucky few
Me and your dead sailors
We’ve got one complaint
Can’t you just ask for a match?