Andrea Schroeder The Rattlesnake lyrics

( From the poem of Charles Plymell )

I know the shipwreck is out there
And spacesuit above the sunflower

But I have no god to pray to
Before the deep dark sleep takes over

There might be a hologram
At the edge of space indeed to hold

Old captains afraid to sail beyond the seas
Tangled in the ropes

I've only chance to pray to
And long for the bodies in my bed
I've only chance to pray to
And long for the bodies in my bed


They have claimed like figurines
My possibilities and weary dream

The grass, the weeds
Always half beaten down and sorrowful

Dandelion pride under the feet of those
Who walk unaware

I've only chance to pray to
And long for the bodies in my bed
I've only chance to pray to
And long for the bodies in my bed