
Date of issue: 19.03.2007
Song language: English
Crooked Mast |
I take stairs to any town, |
You only take one. |
We both say things I don’t understand, |
Why can’t we just have fun? |
Let the tears come down like a mountain spring |
And the cold winds blowing inviting. |
And the words don’t match, numbers don’t add up |
I’m only good at dividing |
Whoa dividing |
She said, 'why can’t we stand on the same side? |
There’s an ocean in between |
We want what’s best. |
We both want the same things. |
We should play for the same team' |
But the lightening strikes and a terrible storm |
Throws us both against the reef |
As the rain comes down |
I start to drown |
I always sink before I speak |
Whoa I speak |
So I say |
Lets build a boat and we’ll sail the seas |
For a month and a half waiting out the disease |
And wait at the floods and we’ll wait at the raft |
And we’ll steer our ship with our crooked mast |
And we run aground we’ll hear the sound |
Of a million children singing in the morning |
And the sun will rise |
As we step in time |
Yes, the beat of harmony’s rewarding |
Whoa, rewarding |