Fair To Midland:A Seafarer's Knot (Inter.Funda.Stifle Version)

lucky are the leaves of the clover
she's diggin for chemistry with the butcher's tools
shifty are the eyes of the gambler
the sand is a richochet. taste my grit?
through the motions & waving wishes
to your confidence & eloquence
he's turning a-green from these envious glorious things
applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe
invoking a blue that's meant for us too
what large amazing things that we'll turn into rain
lucky are those one headed carlights
those two are as thick as thieves
not a penny more
shaky on a cold wetted statue
i'm diggin for pattern leaks on unleaded fuel
your spots & your seeds lack fur
we're all a mess as though we all have another row in us.
(bridge)
gather round
hold your glasses up high
drink to love while we wait for high tide
keep it short, keep it brief
you have my word
gather round while we wait for high tide