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
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
More water
So the blood will not boil
open road
Take us in and drive a while
A renaissance of language
A renaissance of language
A renaissance of language
A renaissance
We're full of shit
A renaissance
