Gilligan
Our targets met
traveling West.
It's hard to forget.
Hard to live less
Wire, steel and mist
I see a ship.
I don't exist
tied to your wrist.
Radio, ship, ship, ship
Oh, the phone. You own me.
I got scurvy,
I got burned
sinking with the ship.
I got buried.
I got bound.
I'm sleeping with the fish.
Radio is all I've got and my hope is all shot.
Mayday, home is a lonely plot of high palms and wood rot.
Wire, steel and mist
I see a ship.
I don't exist
tied to your wrist.
Radio, ship, ship, ship
Oh, the bones you sold me
I got scurvy,
I got burned
sinking with the ship.
I got buried.
I got bound.
I'm sleeping with the fish.
Is it too late, Judy?
Judy, too late?
Too late, Judy?
Judy, too late?
Burn the old one down.
Burn the old one down.
Mayday, home is a lonely plot of high palms and wood rot.
My hope is all gone.
Went to the burial.
The body was gone
They buy you a stereo.
My hope is all shot.
My hope is all gone.
Is it too late, Judy?
Judy, too late?
Too late, Judy?
Judy, too late?
They burned the old one down.
They burned the old one down
Is it too late, Judy?
Judy, too late?
Too late, Judy?
Too late, Judy Blume?