Out To Sea

on a may day with a crimson bouquet 
how you walk with a crooked mouth 
past the blue birds come to scream in the rain 
with your cousins from the mystic south 
you got triplets and architects swaying from your heart 
and a wooden horses laugh 
pantomime sticky valentine you're so sick of it all 
and the rent just rose 

wash it all out to sea 
wash it all out to sea 

on a good day i'll be wearing your smile 
i'll be pushing my weight around 
i'll be laughing with all your friends 
i'll be telling them again how it didn't work out 
there'll be truces there'll be trials 
there'll be cries from a room and your mothers real distress 
when she looks at you and sees the truth 
you know nothing of her pain and it all turns out the same 

take it all out to sea 
take it all out to sea