Lyrics: thinkin' back, yeah I was --unsure of the captain--losin' touch and stuck in the past conclusion sunk in--I'm too--stubborn to jump in a raft my room was flooded from the rudders to mast but the water rushin' was the color of the suds from my flask under attack from my functions and habits--summer of madness, yo --I doubled back just like the back of a paddleboat ----thought I had control of the vessel--but I was sinkin' low --til I met you----drinkin' alone in the bedroom --then you saw potential compliments only a mother gave common sense told me I'd wash away (but) you showed me how to live again--and there's no ocean deep enough to drown the sweetest love we found as friends your honest words instilled a sense of hope --fed the soul and reawoke the urge to build a better boat and once it's docked upon the port --we'll walk the shore--and see the site where you breathed life into this washed up corpse And I'll admit I think it's true--loose lips could sink ships but in the motion of this ocean it's spoken in broken english --(if the) boat goes in we'll just float where this brings us open a drink up and hope for a wind gust I think it's true--loose lips could sink ships but in the motion of this ocean it's spoken in broken english --(if the) boat goes in we'll just float where this brings us open a drink up and hope for a wind gust I think it's true--loose lips could sink ships but in the motion of this ocean it's spoken in broken english --(if the) boat goes in we'll just float where this brings us open a drink up and hope for a wind gust And if you're another unattainable dream I'm thankful for the days you spent anchored to me it's so great to be with you--if we sank in the sea probably wouldn't notice we're unable to breathe weightless--at least til our embrace is complete it'll be ages--and when they excavate the debris they'll find us--cuddled underneath the scuttled submarines and won't need the number of meters to know this love was deep --but what's the sense in contemplating the end I'm on a wave with a friend and I'm okay with it, man no one may ever know our love except the ocean let's go with the ebb & flow and revel in the moment

Lyrics: thinkin' back, yeah I was --unsure of the captain--losin' touch and stuck in the past conclusion sunk in--I'm too--stubborn to jump in a raft my room was flooded from the rudders to mast but the water rushin' was the color of the suds from my flask under attack from my functions and habits--summer of madness, yo --I doubled back just like the back of a paddleboat ----thought I had control of the vessel--but I was sinkin' low --til I met you----drinkin' alone in the bedroom --then you saw potential compliments only a mother gave common sense told me I'd wash away (but) you showed me how to live again--and there's no ocean deep enough to drown the sweetest love we found as friends your honest words instilled a sense of hope --fed the soul and reawoke the urge to build a better boat and once it's docked upon the port --we'll walk the shore--and see the site where you breathed life into this washed up corpse And if you're another unattainable dream I'm thankful for the days you spent anchored to me it's so great to be with you--if we sank in the sea probably wouldn't notice we're unable to breathe weightless--at least til our embrace is complete it'll be ages--and when they excavate the debris they'll find us--cuddled underneath the scuttled submarines and won't need the number of meters to know this love was deep --but what's the sense in contemplating the end I'm on a wave with a friend and I'm okay with it, man no one may ever know our love except the ocean let's go with the ebb & flow and revel in the moment And I'll admit I think it's true--loose lips could sink ships but in the motion of this ocean it's spoken in broken english --(if the) boat goes in we'll just float where this brings us open a drink up and hope for a wind gust I think it's true--loose lips could sink ships but in the motion of this ocean it's spoken in broken english --(if the) boat goes in we'll just float where this brings us open a drink up and hope for a wind gust I think it's true--loose lips could sink ships but in the motion of this ocean it's spoken in broken english --(if the) boat goes in we'll just float where this brings us open a drink up and hope for a wind gust