On a seaward plane
We start to think France is to blame
And all the neatly folded
Never nearly buried, stay
Well on a seaward plane
Oh she is to blame
What if the soil caught flame
It wasn’t easy to speak again
How all these piles of
Piling up are destroying our brain
It’s the second time I caught myself drinkin’
The second time I found myself
In the state of Maine again
Now all you lovely, pretty things
Mean nothing to me now
Well you can run for Congress
Or you can sign a treaty against me
If you wish
On a seaward plane
Start to think Mars was to blame
And all the neatly folded
Never nearly buried, stay
A little too long
Well on a seaward plane
Only she is to blame
What if the soil caught flame
It wasn’t easy to sleep again
How all these piles of
Piling up are destroying our brain
It’s the second time I caught myself drinkin’
The second time I found myself
In the state of Maine again
Now all you lovely, pretty things
Mean nothing to me now
It’s the second time I caught myself drinkin’
The second time I found myself
In the state of pain again
Now all you lovely, pretty things
Mean nothing to me now
Well you can run for Congress
Or you can sign a treaty against me
What of our love?
Or you can sign a treaty against me
What of our love?
Push all the livid out
