MewithoutYou - Messes of Men lyrics
[MewithoutYou - Messes of Men lyrics]
"I do not exist, " we faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
And from each tiny caravel-
Tiring of trying, there's a necessary dying
Like the horseshoe crab in it's
Proper seasons sheds it's shell
Such distance from our friends
Like a scratch across a lens
Made everything look wrong from
Anywhere we stood
Our paper blew away before we'd left the bay
So half-blind we wrote these songs
On sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at
The other boatmen's wives
And heard me laughing louder at the
Jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land
But, you well understand
It takes a steady hand
To navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held
Acquaintance with the waves
As there's mistakes I've made
No rowing could outrun
The cloth low on the mast like
To say I've got no past
But, I'm nonetheless the librarian
And secretary's son
With tarnish on my brass and
Mildew on my glass
I'd never want someone so crass as
To want someone like me
But a few leagues off the shore
I bit a flashing lure and I assure you
It was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste it's kiss
That dull hook in my lip
Is a memory as useless as
A rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped
Seasick-yet-still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first
Mate at the wheel
Floating forgetfully along
With no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when
We pray we keep it short
I drank a thimbleful of fire and
I'm not ever coming back oh, my G-d!
"I do not exist, " we faithfully insist
While watching sink the heavy ship
Of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll
Hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you
Anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
And from each tiny caravel-
Tiring of trying, there's a necessary dying
Like the horseshoe crab in it's
Proper seasons sheds it's shell
Such distance from our friends
Like a scratch across a lens
Made everything look wrong from
Anywhere we stood
Our paper blew away before we'd left the bay
So half-blind we wrote these songs
On sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at
The other boatmen's wives
And heard me laughing louder at the
Jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land
But, you well understand
It takes a steady hand
To navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held
Acquaintance with the waves
As there's mistakes I've made
No rowing could outrun
The cloth low on the mast like
To say I've got no past
But, I'm nonetheless the librarian
And secretary's son
With tarnish on my brass and
Mildew on my glass
I'd never want someone so crass as
To want someone like me
But a few leagues off the shore
I bit a flashing lure and I assure you
It was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste it's kiss
That dull hook in my lip
Is a memory as useless as
A rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped
Seasick-yet-still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first
Mate at the wheel
Floating forgetfully along
With no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when
We pray we keep it short
I drank a thimbleful of fire and
I'm not ever coming back oh, my G-d!
"I do not exist, " we faithfully insist
While watching sink the heavy ship
Of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll
Hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you
Anything as beautiful as You