Low-tide Fins Lyrics - Is Stupider - Stove

Sit me in the way, motor on and drink you say? 

I read it on the page insisting you're a special age 

Fit you in the side and settle for a comfort ride 

and metal with your open stride when you 

inflicted me to float inside 

Then you embrace my hand; shriveled in the sand 

and walk by your mirror again 

After all we've done, everything under the sun 

It's shining on your face; the shade is all you long to chase 

Met her outside; sometimes i wish i ever tried 

Drowning in the safe lowt-ide when you 

were better off a fishy man 

Then you will change my hands, fins to swim in sand 

You drop off some flippers instead 

Please them, do tricks for them 

Seasoned and filtered friends 

Wash off the scaley ends 

Sun rays he never sends