From the dilapidated deck
The ship you should have been on
Has sailed
If you miss the train I'm on
You will know
That I am gone
Hide your hand
Hide your hand
If we could do this waltz
Differently
If I had stayed
And not been led astray
If you hadn't pledged yourself
To the Jesus of Suburbia
And if our son
Had been one of rage, not love
What then?
Fools in the garden
Dream on while they can
Fools on the hill aren't liked
By those who don't know how
To listen to music
This is our last waltz
And yes, it should last forever
For with you I feel that I could stay
In love forever and a day
And I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
Before it's too late
And I'm lying on a concrete bed
The Bilge Master
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