Letras
Put me in the stocks now
This is the age of the clock
But I will not be bent flat down
By the pendulum as it swings
For one last time and then stops
I'll be swimming in the gravy boat
Before I ever get my plans made
Oh my love will you keep me afloat
When I am broken?
Oh and when I am slain?
Oh and when I am slain?
Oh the salty sea
And how it's thrilling to me
All those white horses
Kicking at our ankles
On the weekdays
That's where I want them to find me
Come what may
Come on now
Come on now
There are white horses, white horses
Kicking at our ankles