The bosun calls upon the quay
The gymnast, high above the ground
April marches on
It's been ever so, ever so gray
Through the tarlatan holes
Limbers up and falls, tender down
Through the tarlatan holes
But here as we're coming down
April marches on
As it lights upon your eye
It's been ever so, ever so gray
April marches on
But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade
Ankles splayed and all tied
Prayed for snow a long time
Compass gone, he long has lost his way
Lights upon your eye
As it lights upon your eye
You've been slipping, been slipping away
Lazy, it long has arrived
But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade
To lighthouse shine, to calm tide
It's a chemical, chemical kind
We're sounding out
It's a terrible, terrible tide
Songwriter: Colin Patrick Meloy
And the weather will hold
The gymnast long has arrived
You've been slipping, been slipping away
As it lights upon your eye
It's a terrible, terrible tide
And the weather will hold
Waiting out this long light brigade
The bosun long has arrived
As it lights upon your eye
We're sounding out
It's a chemical, chemical kind
Publisher: OSTEROZHNA! MUSIC
April marches on
Lazy, your long sister lays
Lights upon your eye
And here, as we're coming down