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DescriptionSink Ships |Ryan Adams |Neil Casal |2012 \n\nSink Ships |Ryan Adams | Black Cab Sessions| 2012\n\nSunlight falls on your hands as you type\nJust something in my head\nStanding in this empty space\nYour desk is gone\nThe wall's still dark from where it went\nThis position is not open now for applicants\nThe application forms got shredded\nThere was faulty wordin' in the documents\nI can still hear you laughin'\nComing up the rickety stairs\nLaughin' as the springtime filled your lungs with air\nPink smoke rung out like the patches of your hair\nLike violets\nLike birds inside a bell\nA grey ghost prowls in the back of my mind\nWhile the sun is out\nThough it's still up and the light is shining\nIts seasons push and pull enough to get us through\nFor my mind is open now\nBut it won't let the door open to an empty room\nThis position is not open now for applicants\nThe application forms got shredded\nThere was faulty wordin' in the documents\nI can still hear you laughin'\nComing up the rickety stairs\nLaughin' as the springtime filled your lungs with air\nPink smoke rung out like the patches of your hair\nLike violets\nLike birds inside a bell\nIf somehow I'd have known\nI would have rather gone down with the ship\nThan be without you\nIf only for the chance\nTo hold you hand\nTo be your friend\nI'm never gonna last\nI - I would have rather gone down\nThan this\nThe war is over\nThe war is over\nWar is over\nAnd I'm waiting in the sinking ship\nIf only I had known\nIf only I had known\n\nRyan David Adams
DescriptionSink Ships |Ryan Adams |Neil Casal |2012 \n\nSink Ships |Ryan Adams | Black Cab Sessions| 2012\n\nSunlight falls on your hands as you type\nJust something in my head\nStanding in this empty space\nYour desk is gone\nThe wall's still dark from where it went\nThis position is not open now for applicants\nThe application forms got shredded\nThere was faulty wordin' in the documents\nI can still hear you laughin'\nComing up the rickety stairs\nLaughin' as the springtime filled your lungs with air\nPink smoke rung out like the patches of your hair\nLike violets\nLike birds inside a bell\nA grey ghost prowls in the back of my mind\nWhile the sun is out\nThough it's still up and the light is shining\nIts seasons push and pull enough to get us through\nFor my mind is open now\nBut it won't let the door open to an empty room\nThis position is not open now for applicants\nThe application forms got shredded\nThere was faulty wordin' in the documents\nI can still hear you laughin'\nComing up the rickety stairs\nLaughin' as the springtime filled your lungs with air\nPink smoke rung out like the patches of your hair\nLike violets\nLike birds inside a bell\nIf somehow I'd have known\nI would have rather gone down with the ship\nThan be without you\nIf only for the chance\nTo hold you hand\nTo be your friend\nI'm never gonna last\nI - I would have rather gone down\nThan this\nThe war is over\nThe war is over\nWar is over\nAnd I'm waiting in the sinking ship\nIf only I had known\nIf only I had known\n\nRyan David Adams
