Darling, I

More water

So the blood will not boil

setting course for

The crooked straights

Make me smile

The destination

is never where

I want to be

1: 12

Thus what's spoken

Never has

Its own remorse

What I mean is I

offer no, no

Trust

1: 51

Darling, I am letting go

Without a word to justify

'Cause studies show

More than half the time

We move our mouthes, we're full of shit

It's a renaissance of language

A renaissance of language

A renaissance of language

A renaissance

2: 42

More water

So the blood will not boil

open road

Take us in and drive a while

3: 22

A renaissance of language

A renaissance of language

A renaissance of language

A renaissance

We're full of shit

A renaissance