Mismatched Eyes [Boat Song] - 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

You never speak but I can hear you as you sing out

From your mismatched eyes

They are the eyes (they are the eyes)

They are the eyes, I will to die with

We’re on a boat out on the ocean and there’s nothing more to share

We’ve gone from one wave to another and back again to where

We go when guitars are hungover and the songs are fast asleep

I feel the flesh wounds in my heart but they are mine for me to keep

In your pocket or your fist or in your mind but they come to you

By your ears, they are the ears (they are the ears), they are the ears

That I will sing to