[Verse 1]
Sinking 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 leavers still believing
They are free to come back home

[Verse 2]
Sinking 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

[Verse 3]
Sinking ship, how long can you hold still?
Your illness fills this empty room
A portrait of your lover softly drowning
In the warm waters of June
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