Letra de The Master, The Captain - Jack Van Cleaf

I'm sippin' on soda and comin' in crazy

Over the water, as blue as a baby

And do I look like an F-14

OCD, a hurricane dream of the Navy?

You're burnin' bright white and comin' in lonesome

Reading Bukowski down in the doldrums

And you look like a daisy chained to your father's name

And your war-torn brain, dressed in poems

It's an ocean

It's American marriage

It's watching our parents fumble their love

It's self-absorption

It's my anxious creation that I'm not enough

It's a hand on your back

It's your dad

Green and black

But it's owning this ourselves

And darlin' it is nothing else

We're tangled like angels and rolling down Blue Ridge

Igniting our souls as wax wings and heroin

And does this feel like a shooting star

A burning car, the highway tar on our footbed?

Is it over?

I promise I'm happy, it's just all this happened

Like a coaster dropping you faster

Turning me backwards and back again

It's a coat 'round your arms

It's the cards, it's our hearts

Coming closer to something else

It's a heaven, it's a holy hell

I'm fearing my fate and falling like Titan

Through the blue in the air, through holes in horizons

And I'm screaming with arms outstretched for

Something to happen

But I am the master, I am the captain

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