We've Still Got Time

The Boat.
Deadicated to Jinil

The boat.
My brother who must have felt he was sinking.
The boat.
My memory of him that I fight to hold onto.

The boat. The plane. The boat. The plane.
The vessel that our family boarded together.
The boat.
The vessel that our family boarded to carry him back.
Brilliant and tortured brother of mine.

The boat.
That didn't know.
That we still had time.

Falling Slowly
by Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova

I don't know you but I want you all the more for that
Words fall through me and always fool me and I can't react
And games that never amount to more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly eyes that know me and I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me and I'm painted black
You have suffered enough and warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had the choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along

Comments

[Vicki Sheehan]

a sad post...the singing is so beautiful...it sends chills up my spine. love that song.