And I swear in a while I will get this down
I tend to believe my eyes before this sound
Pitch fork, switch blade, salt water and this hose
I tend to believe my eyes before my nose
Now stand up on the couch over my bed while I'm in sinking sand
and those arms sway left and right the masts of the ship to a water's beat
it's waves and this beat
And I swear in a while I will get this down
We'll patch the holes and set sail on this town
Now stand up on the couch over my bed while I'm in sinking sand
and those arms sway left and right the masts of a ship to a water's beat
This ship it feels like home