Cap'n Jazz Sea Tea Lyrics

groans grow.
growing out a horizon groin.
growing from the selfish joys of a quiet, ill-reputed boy.
groans roam and skip like when in rome.
roaming between what we build and what grows on its own.
and i can't pinpoint who's the pinner. the bowler.
the bower.
you f___ing coward.
standing behind the front.
spine timely unspinely.
i watch you watch your watch as i ramble on 'bout when i was in front.
maybe i just want to want to.