It's Casual - Maritime

It’s casual

Your chest lifts and falls

The beating oars of hearts

Now we are the vehicles

What’s yours?

Blurry like a naked map of stars in your eyes

It’s casual

But we dress it up

Choirs of marching saints

In the long thigh waiting

I knew it all

But I don’t know no one

Was it just on paper we were taken, taken in

Envy turns the grass green in the spaces between the shaking and shaken

We try to shake it off

So we dance all night

We were warriors in the moonlight

Am I right?

Was I wrong?

Do we fight, fight, fight, fight on?

Envy turns the grass green in the spaces between the shaking and shaken

Envy turns the grass green in the spaces between the shaking and shaken

The shaking and shaken