Maritime It's Casual
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
