Shipwrecked

A man stands
in a launderette
with his cheek pressed
to the window, to the glass,
somewhere in Brest.
He is shipwrecked.
He looks lost.
He looks down.

Some get lost at sea, yeah,
and others run aground,
their lives swept on the beach, yeah.
They're shipwrecked, left to drown.

I thought you
had stopped smoking,
but you've broken
other promises in the past.
Don't you forget,
we were shipwrecked.
Are we lost?
Are we found?

Some get lost at sea, yeah,
and others run aground,
their lives swept on the beach, yeah.
They're shipwrecked, left to drown.

Some get lost at sea, yeah,
and others run aground,
their lives swept on the beach, yeah.
They're shipwrecked, left to drown.

A man stands
in a launderette
with his cheek pressed
to the window, to the glass,
somewhere in Brest.
He is shipwrecked.
He looks lost.
He looks down.

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