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“Dead Sea Survivors” You were stationed in the harbor of the pearl I wrote you letters that were stained with salty waters And I laughed at your whimsical replies But from across the seas, I couldn't see your salty eyes I wonder if the water fits a suitable grave For all those sailors home under the waves If I'll be welcomed by the other souls Or if it's just to late to know You remind me of Sundays Your collar forces blood to your brain with a clip on tie that fades in the rain You remind me of Sundays With communion every month, and that should make up for all the wrong we've done From a distance, you set fire to my eyes With a sight I hadn't seen in a long time Compassion sailing on a wood-trimmed boat I will flail and fling my soul to stay afloat The last letter you received from me Was written by a man who spoke for me He spoke of honor and life after death He spoke of joy in eternal wealth You remind me of Sundays Your collar forces blood to your brain with a clip on tie that fades in the rain You remind me of Sundays With communion every month, and that should make up for all the wrong we've done |