The Shins – Girl Sailor

The gutter may profess its love,
Then follow it with hesitation,
But there are just so many of
You out there for rent

A stronger girl would shake this off in flight,
And never give it more than a frowning hour,
But you have let your heart decide,
Loss has conquered you,

You’ve won one too many fights,
Wearing many hats every time,
But you wont win here tonight,

You’ve made it through the direst of straits alright,
Can you help it if plain love now seems less interesting?
You haven’t changed an ounce in my eyes,
And I cannot lecture you,

And does anything I say seem relevant at all?
You’ve been at the helm since you were just five,
While I cannot claim to be more than a passenger,

But, you’ve won one too many fights,
Wearing all of your clothes at the same time,
Let the good times end tonight,
Oh girl, sail her, don’t sink her,
This time,

Just a moment or two from now,
Not a mind will retain even a trace,
Of the thoughts that I struggled to tell
And how our stack of cards just fell,

So settle this once and for all,
The light no longer shows the cracks around my door,
And I have no lantern to light your way home tonight,

You are not some saint who’s above,
Giving someone a stroll through the flowers,
You’ve got so much more to dream of,
Oh girl, sail her, don’t sink her,
This time,
This time,
This time.

The Shins – Sea Legs

Of all the churning random hearts
Under the sun
Eventually fading into night,
These two are opening now
As we lie, I touch you
Under fuller light.

Girl, if you’re a seascape
I’m a listing boat, for the thing carries every hope.
I invest in a single lie.
The choice is yours to be loved
Come away from an emptier boat.

‘Cause when the dead moon
Rises again
We’ve no time to start a protocol
To have us in.
And when the dog slides
Underneath a train,
There’s no cry, no use to searching for
What mutts remain.

Throw all consequence aside
The chill aspire, people set alight.

Of all the intersecting lines in the sand
I routed a labyrinth to your lap.
I never used a map sliding off the land
On an incidental tide,
And along the way you know, they try
They try.

And we got sea legs
And we’re off tonight
Can I’ve that to which they’ve no right?
You belong to a simpler time
I’m a victim to the impact of these words,
And this rhyme.

‘Cause when that dead moon
Rises again
We’ve no time to start a protocol
To have us in.
And when the dog slides,
Open the door, and where’d she go?
There’s no time, no use to searching for
The mutts remains.

Throw consequence aside
And the chill aspire, people set alight.