James Vincent McMorrow

Down the Burning Ropes
When the hills let goSlowly fade into the water like some ancient loverOn a ship filled with ghostsIt's something to beholdWhen the paper thin girlsWith twisting little braids in their hair,They take off their coats and throwPebbles and stones from the side of the boat,Crying outThe stones they float, the stones they floatOh my God, the stones they float, the stones they floatDown the burning ropesPast the places where the steal beams meet concrete skiesYou make your bed under the moonlightI think it's time we said goodbyeCause nothing moves in the warm airAnd words that once would cut like a knife,They just hang in the cloud and you'rePushed by the lord,But you're pulled by the crowds andYou're overboard, you're overboardOh my God, she's overboardSongtexteMy love she's overboardShe's overboardMy love she's over boardNot a shell unbrokenIn the valley where my heartache and the timbers layIt's not the time to be hanging around hereYou know what some might sayThat people get too recklessThat even with the simplest of crimesThey leave, blood behind,As I clean the knife for the very last timeI think she knows, I think she knowsOh my God, I think she knowsI think she knows Aus Songtexte Mania