Chin Up Chin Up I Need A Friend With A Boat Lyrics

The tourists were so satisfied.
They took off their masks in salt water.
The forest flinched.
The mountains sighed
To make our eyes see softer.

You have stories, I need lies.
We need props for these religions.
WeÂ'll keep them running keep their time.
These windows are not doors to leave from.

And they all ask me what we were,
With baited lakeshores, homemade girth.
They all ask me what we were.
And the roofs they are moving to the basement floor.
And we can keep our heads living
Where we donÂ't live anymore.
And the nightbirds they swoon and want country club lust.
We can try, it will try to
Be what they want.

We are all waiting, weÂ're not walking.
Roaming through nights and weÂ're not talking.
We are all waiting, weÂ're not walking.
Roaming through nights and weÂ're not talking.