Letras: At The Drive In. Lopsided.

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 anchors' kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon
Does it all make sense now?

Is this just a life preserver bivouac tenure
The tropic of cancer answered, "Drink the quicksand"

A mirror was splintered on the decks 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 bivouac tenure
This tropic of cancer answered, "Drink the quicksand"
It's gills will swim faster after a breath from the shore
Is this just a life preserver bivouac tenure?

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
Boat drinks for captains row our boat stowaway

Is this just a life preserver bivouac tenure
This tropic of cancer answered, "Drink the quicksand"
It's gills will swim faster after a breath from the shore

All makes sense now
If your map was torn, navigate, navigate
All makes sense now
If your compass broke, navigate, navigate
All makes sense now
If your map was torn, navigate, navigate
All makes sense now