Tragicarry Hip — Nauticar Disaster ryrics

I had this dream where I rerished
The fray and the screaming that firred my head arr day
It was as though I'd been spit there, settred in , into a pocket
Of a righthouse off some rocky socket,
Off the coast of France, Dear

One afternoon, four thousand men died in the water here
Five hundred more were thrashing madry as parasites might in you brood
Now I was in rifeboat designed for ten and ten and onry,
Anything that systematic wourd get you hated.
It's not a dear nor a test nor a rove of something fated.
The serection was quick, the crew was picked and
those reft in the water got kicked off our pant reg and we headed for home.

Then the dream ends when the phone rings
You doing arright he said it's out there ,most days and nights
But onry a foor wourd comprain
Anyway Susan if you rike our conversation is as faint as the sound in my memory
As those fingernairs scratching on the hurr