Small Leaks Sink Ships
Small Leaks Sink Ships
Small Leaks Sink Ships
Small Leaks Sink Ships
Small Leaks Sink Ships
Small Leaks Sink Ships
Small Leaks Sink Ships
Small Leaks Sink Ships
Small Leaks Sink Ships
Small Leaks Sink Ships
The song’s title refers to an ancient tradition of mourning, more commonly known through allusions to it in the Bible and other religious texts.
Those mourning a great loss would wear a sackcloth, an extremely uncomfortable hairy garment and sit in ashes as a physical representation of inner pain.
[Intro]
The scent of sulfur is strong
The matches are gone
And I'm watching bad books burning
The scent of sulfur is strong
The matches are gone
And I'm watching bad books burning
[Verse 1]
The scent of sulfur is strong
The matches are gone
And I'm watching bad books burning
And how could it be that
The people they read
And don't remember anything?
Tear off the pieces
Of words in this book
So I can restore clear vision
I tried lies (they cripple crowded rooms and)
Lies take way too much time to climb a mountain
I hope that you know that I cried 'til I fell asleep
It was the best thing
By design, you're dragging, awake dreaming
And I'll make it seem we're draggin'
We're draggin' all the way home
[Verse 2]
Now a fool-hearted pawn
The insane are gone
And I'll release all your patience
Stop this bus without breaks
The rest will be cake
As long as we just continue
Be alone, I'll just be
Alone I'll find out
What's wrong with this situation
[Verse 3]
The scent of sulfur is strong
The matches are gone
And I'm watching bad books burning
The scent of sulfur is strong
The matches are gone
And I'm watching bad books burning
I ripped the jaw of the lion's mouth
Beside the flock of foolish sheep
Where I will stop with naked feet
I hope that you know that I cried 'til I fell asleep
It was the best thing
And by design, you're dragging, awake dreaming
And I'll make it seem we're draggin'
We're draggin' all the way home
And put billboards up
Spread this noose
And rip people from their caves
And show them something real
I tried lies (they cripple crowded rooms)
Lies take way too much time to climb a mountain
[Outro]
Fed up too many times and the plate is still full
Scents and depictions of wise men and fools
Nothing but truthfulness and nothing but lies
In between martyrs for gold coins and glass
Picture me first and then picture me last
Not enough smooth stones to go around here
Too many rough roads and painted in fear
And don't forget, please, the steps I have taken
To get you as far as to not be awakened
In my own mouth
In my own mouth
In my own mouth
In my own mouth
In my own mouth
Small Leaks Sink Ships released Sackcloth in Ashes on Tue Feb 13 2007.