Stove By A Whale-Ted Leo

Stove By A Whale - Ted Leo Sailing 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, surreally thrust between What accents mean and what you think they should And I'm not talking 'bout just being a mile up in the air And I'm not talking down to people who are living there But stateside at the quay, you fear the nearness of that Auld familiar distance between everyone and you The distance keeps us safe from waves of subcutaneous problems That our governments and our accents and our parents have us swimming in Until all that sin has soaked us through and through And through and through and through And I'm not talking to the people who've been in jail And I'm not talking 'bout just wanting to belong somewhere And let's not talk about the color of your eyes or your hair I'm talking 'bout, talking 'bout the color of the sea from way up there