I will plant the truths all over your mouth
The spark of fleeting youth to hide and cover in for a while
Wicked staves and salty passengers
You'll fall in love with illiteracy
Your mother's trust can see there's no room and board to spare
You try to bob and read the lips of immaculate reservoirs
Wicked staves and salty passengers
You'll fall in love with illiteracy Stifled breath and clam extremities
You'll cave in eventually