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
The 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.

And 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.

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.