Shut Up I Am Dreaming Of Places Where Lovers Have Wings - Sunset Rubdown, Spencer Krug

Yo ho!

The distant shore!

Yo ho!

The distant shore!

Oceans never listen to us anyway,

Oceans never listen to us anyway.

And if I fall into the drink,

I will say your name, before I sink.

He says your name out loud;

At miniature rooms where no one’s found;

It’s a desperate sound.

Yo ho!

The distant shore!

He stands his feet down

You hear his knuckles on your door.

He wants to send you drawings

Drawings of men with faithful hands

They will make such good boyfriends

He wants to tell you stories

Stories of boys who stomped their feet saying,

«Shut — shut up I am dreaming of places

Where lovers have wings.»

«I'll meet you where the river forks;

When everyone else is dead

You’ll be safe on the water

We’ll be much younger, and we remember.

Yo ho!

The distant shore!

I send my feet down—

Down do you hear knuckles

On your door.

Do you understand

What I’m finding for?

Oh,

Oceans never listen to us anyway.

Oceans never listen to us anyway.

And if I fall into the drink,

I will say your name, before I sink.

Oceans never listen to us anyway.

I’m afraid of the water;

I’m afraid of the sky.

I’m tired of waiting.

Oceans never listen to us anyway,

Oceans never listen to us anyway.

And if I fall into the drink,

I will say your name, before I sink.

So… don’t make a sound.

Don’t make a sound.