Hawksley Workman - Organic Coast lyrics

Come to the organic coast All fish-eyed and blue To catch a monarch bu*terfly If it lets you And you'll be lucky With that old s**y stocking And you'll be lucky With that old s**y stocking Old s**y They're turning me into A hermaphrodite fish Hermaphrodite (Emphasis on 'Aphrodite', pronounced like the Goddess) Subterranea's Aquas**ual delish I move like a ladybug Like a pretty, pretty ladybug With one shoe Like a pretty, pretty ladybug Pretty bug Mouth slowly, behind my ears Your sounds perfected Underneath the water Tonight we're lovers We're refugees, to suffer The lost art of imperfection Of imperfection The balloonist is stranded He lost his gla**es And they burned up in the atmosphere And mama bird squawks to scold him She used to hold him His faith is gobbled by his fear Oh those girls and their languages Oh their tricky, tricky languages Oh those girls and their languages Their tricky, tricky languages Tricky girls Mouth slowly behind these ears That listen for gurgles In newly born mermaids Tonight we're lovers, We're refugees, to suffer The lost art of imperfection Tonight we're learning how Tonight we're learning how Tonight we're learning (not to?) ???????????????????? Tonight we're learning how Tonight we're learning how Tonight we're learning how to ????????????????????? Tonight we're learning how Tonight we're learning how Tonight we're learning how Tonight we're learning how Our mouths slowly behind our ears The sounds perfected Underneath the water Ooooh, [the] lovers, We're refugees That suffer the lost art Of imperfection Tonight we're learning how Tonight we're learning how Tonight we're learning how Tonight we're learning how [Repeat and fade]