Handsome Dan Van/Small Boats

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SMALL BOATS
She had the world in her pocket
World on a string
Lips tight as iron, she wanted everything
The gravity of center stage
Fueled her habitual rage
Marveled at her mirror
Adjusted the angle of the light
Pouts and struts, schoolgirl spite
Men would come but they would never stay
She just pays, and pays and pays

Flip of the card, cracks in the ice
Quick step to the left, shadows on the right
We wander round this valley of shame
Small boats slip away

Lights his second cigarette
Feels the whiskeys roar
Ball turret gunner, second great war
Translucent dream in a frozen atmosphere
Darkness disappears
Engines breach the angle
Toward the trumpet of the sun
Shields his eyes, threads the bullets through the gun
Flak rains round like ribbons
In a black parade
He just prays and prays and prays

CHORUS

Light through the windowslats
Paints a prison on the sheets
Forgotten child
Ruby red heartbeats
Unrelenting battle, adversaries in hall
Fury rattles the walls
Trances angles in the air
Bats the lightswitch cord
Burrows deep in the pillow
Puts a chair against the door
Nothing cuts through this empty space
Counts the days, the days, the days

CHORUS

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