Darling, I - 31Knots

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

Thus what’s spoken

Never has

It’s 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