| D | C | |
| Si | nking ship- |
| How long can you hold still? |
| Your illness spills against my face |
| Sinking ship- |
| How long can you hold still? |
| Oh, can't you feel the coming waves? |
| A perfect Sunday portrait of my mother painting horses all alone |
| Of lovers and of leaves still believing they are free to come and go |
| D | C | |
| Si | nking ship- |
| How long can you hold still? |
| Your illness is all that you are |
| A portrait of my father as a baby sleeping underneath the stars |
| A small pill of forgiveness I am giving to myself |
| It's what I need |
| A small gift of fulfillment I am hoping you will open and receive |
| D | C | |
| Si | nking ship- |
| How long can you hold still? |
| Your illness fills this empty room |
| A portrait of your lover softly drowning in the water |
| A perfect Sunday portrait of my mother sending signals through the drum |
| A portrait of my sadness finding shelter in the safety of my home |
| G | C | D | C |