I love that feeling that you get in your eyes
when you step out of the shower and into the world
and your back's still wet and sticking to your shirt
and your eyelids are oysters and your eyes are the pearls
and the oysters open wide but it's still fuzzy to see
but just as clear as day and as alive as the sea
on a dark stormy day, in the middle of spring, in the middle of may
and the boat of my soul with emptiness aboard
strives to finish it's mission, strive to land on shore before
the waves over take it and it sinks down to the sand
and it doesn't matter where, just so long as it lands and it's safe
safe in the garden of Eden where the snake reproduce
and you're all free to be heathens and no one can judge
because no one goes to heaven, If the devil is six
then god is most definitely not seven but five

five simple reasons for you to live, against the six fucking reasons for your soul to give up and die, but not all has been exhausted

because cheap thrills are not dirty they're just things that make you happy that are free
and obstacles are the most difficult when they're the things keeping you from being who you wanna be
happy and free
and the message is to keep pushing all boundaries
just as your boat pushes the sea