the ink was spilled, red and black
a dotted line that we could follow
the water stains, a weathered page
the pouring rain, our feet are drowning
and through the fog i let you stray
and we got lost miles away
from lizard ears and make-believe
the life we lived in our dreams
my thought train came apart
my body laid near my heart
we were looking for golden feathers
he folded up his chart
leaving room in his bag for treasure
he knows where to start
and soon he'll be thrilled when he reaches turning points
the ink was spilled, red and black
a dotted line that he could follow
his family prayed, "return safe"
but he got lost when he sailed away
the oak frame came apart
his body laid near his heart
he'd been looking for golden feathers
i wasn't so afraid
then i could feel your hand fall on my neck
and i woke suddenly
to see my woman slowly drift away
i closed my eyes again
said, "if you're going to kill me do it right."
yeah, do it right
your name is written on my tongue
with every word i speak i'm cursed
and with a soft blow to my head
i lose my mind
that's all i had
that's all that i had
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