Pelicanos from Pelicanos by David Taro and Bill White

CHORUS

Time fails
Minutes end
Shores we never
Will touch again
Pelicanos open
Their red, wet breasts
To the young entombed
In a feathered crest

VERSE ONE

'Twas the final port of call
On my journey after death
I was warned not to stray
Into town
But to remain close to shore
Where the pelicanos
Make their rounds

CHORUS

Time fails
Minutes end
Shores we never
Touch again
Pelicanos open
Their red, wet breasts
To the young entombed
In a feathered crest

BRIDGE
I have sailed from a place
Where musicians still play guitars
Sailed to a place
Where lovers still wish on yesterday's stars
Where pelicanos mate
And their fallen young
Are revived by maternal blood

VERSE TWO

Now I return to the sea
No more shall I wander on shore
No islands
Where the wages of her love
Are redeemed
And the fallen young are freed
From the cold grip of death
Near the sea

CHORUS

Time fails
Minutes end
Shores we never
touch again
Pelicanos open
The red, wet breast
To the young entombed
In a feathered crest

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