At The Drive-in - Lopsided lyrics

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 compa** broke navigate, navigate