They sail the hard path from Sabratha to Sicily.
Go raise your red flag,
Take your caterwauling to the street.
Be sure to banner your bitter diatribes.
The sum of everything hangs from a string.
My sweetheart glows,
Her virtue blows over town and spins around, around, around, around, around.
Have you seen the breaking news?
A wreck,
Marooned,
They’re taking bodies from the Levant Sea.
And it seems some, apeing Vance, laid out their stance inside the pages of a magazine,
So, I read them, read them, read them, read them, read them, read them,
Read them ‘til I’m near asleep.
And everything reads like a hymn.
My sweetheart calls me from the hall,
Says “Simmer down”,
Her love is all and all and all and all.
Says “Go on and breathe in,
Go on and grieve it,
Let it go.”
“Go on and breathe in,
Go on and grieve it,
Let it go.”
“Go on and breathe in,
Go on and grieve it,
Let it go.”
“Go on and grieve it,
Go on and breathe it out.”