Sailin' on the sea it's teal your meal was alright but not the captain's voice it made me shake and squirm Not in what you hear but feel surrealy thrust between what accents mean and what you think they should And I'm not talkin' bout just bein' a mile up in the air And I'm not talkin' down to people who are livin' there But Stateside at the quay you fear the nearness of that auld familiar distance between everything and you The distance keeps us safe from waves of subcutaneous problems that our government and our accents and our parents have us swimmin' in all that sin has soaked us through and through and through and through And I'm not talkin' to the people who've been in jail And I'm not talkin' 'bout just wanting to belong somewhere And let's not talk about the colour of your eyes or your hair.
I'm talkin' 'bout talkin' 'bout the colour of the sea from way up there
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