The Lark, The Rising Tide

Heard the northern cap is melting

Soon I'll be all at sea

We'll hike to higher ground

Haul our boats uphill

Sink our oars on three

What larks there are there on the wing

Have never meant a thing

For the love of being crude

And if Hades scares you now

You must be one lucky cow

To choose to chew and move

We'll traipse around the woods no more

Or picnic on the forest floor

We'll know we're insecure

And know we're in for more

We'll roll in the stems no more

And blow through the blades of yore

We'll know we're insecure

And know we're in for more

Heard the southern seas are swelling

Soon they'll be overhead

We'll get out on a rocket ship

Sure it might cost a bit

It's better being poor than being wet

And if hell fire scares you still

It'll seem run of the mill

When your friends are going up in flames

What larks there were there on the wing

Never meant a thing

If there won't be larks again

We'll traipse around the woods no more

Or picnic on the forest floor

We'll know we're insecure

And know we're in for...

We'll wade in the tide no more

Or sunbathe on the golden shore

We'll know we're insecure

And know we're in for...

We'll roll in the stems no more

And blow through the blades of yore

We'll know we're insecure

And know we're in for...

We'll traipse around the woods no more

Or picnic on the forest floor

We'll know we're insecure

And know we're in for...

We'll slow down to a stop

Hope it'll be enough