Lopsided Lyrics - At The Drive In

This is the accent of the half hearted land 

Does it all make sense now 

And if the ship was built in bottled sand 

Does it all make sense now 

The anchors kiss was scrawled 

In dyslexic crayon 

Yes it all makes sense now 

Is this just a life preserver 

Of a bivouac tenure 

The tropic of cancer answered 

Drink the quicksand 

A mirror was splintered on the deck floor 

Does it all make sense now 

A stowaway that lived beneath this hull 

Does it all make sense now 

The anchors kiss was scrawled 

In dyslexic crayon 

Yes it all makes sense now 

Is this just a life preserver 

Or bivouac tenure 

This tropic of cancer answered; 

Drink the quicksand 

It's gills will swim faster after a branch 

From the shore 

Breathe the taste of salt water 

Dry heave up and overboard 

Ponce De Leon wrinkles 

Let's make it young again 

Boat drinks for captains 

Row our boat away stowaway 

It all makes sense now 

If our map was torn navigate, navigate 

If your compass broke navigate, navigate