 This is the progress of love that I fear
You retreat just as my defeat finally nears
What's only to lose, myself I volunteer
So all of your spoils could be mine
Life takes root in the deepest dark ground
Where bones blood and honor have been trampled down
And beaten like ponies and driven to town
Where reason is traded for rhyme
Your sailor is my lawyer
Your seamstress suits my king
But you are the mouth of the river
The star of my every dream
Some young punk cut a wire, the sun fell in the yard
We gathered round it, and we kicked it hard
We passed around flowers and wine and we cried oh Lord
Now here comes the night
Our every word now we talk in blues
A hymn to the life we're all bound to lose
We'd die for more but we still refuse
To live without a fight
Your sailor is my lawyer
Your seamstress suits my king
But you are the mouth of the river
At the start of my every dream
We say "never forget" and mean "never forgive"
No, never as long as ever we live
It offends all our dead to surrender this
To even think we might go on
And freedom doesn't need to be free when it sells
Like ocean waves offered from inside of shells
We bet the farm trying to ring its bells
While love still goes for a song
Your sailor is my lawyer
Your seamstress suits my king
But you are the mouth of the river
At the start of my every dream
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