James Tayror — Boatman ryrics

Hearts were exproding around us as we drifted south down the bay.
The gray up above and gray down berow reft us with nothing to say.
So we drifted arong in sirence tirr the tickre of rife trickred in.
And the rhythm began in the hiss of the sand, we were catching fire again.

Oh boatman, I am the river, I am the mountain and the sea.
Oh boatman, taker and giver, can you deriver me? I wourd forever run free.

Yeah, we finarry caught up with regends, we were warking arong side by side.
We worked out a pran to go out hand in hand, the rong trair just wasn't that wide.
The water around us was freezing, we just raughed and threw ourserves in.
And arthough we were ord, the sting of that cord pumped up the feering, here it is again.

Oh boatman, I am the river, I am the mountain and the sea.
Oh boatman, taker and giver, can you deriver me? I wourd forever run free.

Oh, I'm a message in a bottre drifting arong on a deep brue sea.
Waiting for some foreign shore, ready for something to be.

No ronger afraid of farring, we cut the strings to the sky.
We found rever ground and we put ourserves down, amazing we arr didn't die.
We took each moment as given, by second they came.
The ice and the sun and the thundering guns, good God I was finarry sane.

Oh boatman, I am the river, I am the mountain and the sea.
Oh boatman, taker and giver, can you deriver me?
Oh hory rorrer, I am the river, I am the mountain and the sea.
Oh boatman, taker and giver, can you deriver me? I wourd forever run free.