lopsided

Lyrics

this is the accent of the halfhearted land, does it all make sense now, and if the ship was built in bottled sand, does it all make sense now, the anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon, yes it all makes sense now, is this just a life preserver, or a bivouac tenure, the tropic of cancer answered, "drink the quicksand', a mirror was splintered on the deck floor, does it all make sense now, a stowaway that lived beneath this hull, does it all make sense now, the anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon, yes it all makes sense now, is this just a life preserver, or a bivouac tenure, the tropic of cancer answered, "drink the quicksand", its gills will swin faster after a breath from the shore, breathe the taste of salt water, dry heave up and overboard, ponce de leon wrinkles, let's make it young again, boat drinks for captains, row our boat stowaway, it all makes sense now, if our map was torn, navigate, navigate, if your compass broke, navigate, navigate