At The Drive In - Lopsided Lyrics
This is the accent of the halfhearted landDoes it all make sense nowAnd if the ship was built in bottled sandDoes it all make sense nowThe anchors kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayonYes it all makes sense nowIs this just a life preserverOr a bivouac tenureThe tropic of cancer answered,Drink the quicksandA mirror was splintered on the deck floorDoes it all make sense nowA stowaway that lived beneath this hullDoes it all make sense nowThe anchors kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayonYes it all makes sense nowIs this just a life preserverOr a bivouac tenureThe tropic of cancer answered,Drink the quicksandIts gills will swin faster after a breath from the shoreBreathe the taste of salt waterDry heave up and overboardPonce de leon wrinklesLets make it young againBoat drinks for captainsRow our boat stowawayIt all makes sense nowIf our map was torn, navigate, navigateIf your compass broke, navigate, navigate
