One, two
One, two
It's not the barnacles that do all the damage
Figure this out too late
It's not the destination that makes the difference
It's the freight
Everything becomes a blur from six feet away
Get used to this
Every card ever turned over remains in play
Get used to this
Not every wave is a tidal wave
Not every wave is a tidal wave
It's not the mutiny written down in the diary
It's the manifest
Forgotten cargo in obsolete measurements
Anybody's guess
Even the proud, even the very proud
Probably die on their knees
Twin masts out on the open seas
Mistaken for trees
Not every wave is a tidal wave
Not every wave is a tidal wave
