Mismatched Eyes [boat Song] by Whitehorse
Is it the list and the sway, is it the roll and the pitch
The drunken Gulf of Mexico or the 7 year itch
I hear the mating calls of fireflies, some celestial blues
And they're bringing me around again and that's something I can use
Now I see nothing but the water and it's falling from my face
It is the face (it is the face), it is the face (it is the face)
I wanna show you
Will I remember to remember that without you I'm a shadow
Of a drifter and a barfly and whatever else you had to be
It's true I've come around, now I can even touch my toes
And all the running and the talking, yeah, now everybody knows
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