Row, Row, Row

When the weather gets hot and you want a true Taste of the tongue that you're talking to... Spinning on a reel that doesn't seem new My sister is a mugger and my father has it made She walks the path behind at night after he's gotten paid Up the hill and to the right that's the path that I take home at night I look out for my sister when I'm nearing the dark streets It's not that she would rob me it's just that she likes to complete Although there's somewhere to be I can't remember quite where Although there's someone to see my eyes are caught in a stare The stillness spills over me and settles when you are there It's coming it's blowing The streetcars are glowing The playgrounds filled with children Laughter tickles the wind Makes it easy for me to be happy I've been happy I've been happy My gut feeling is There's an ocean Beyond the sky here Like the sky is An ocean bottom In the skies yes And when I love you I want to taste like flesh Daylight thinning Overhead it's dimming And Loveit don't come easy It's crafty it's sneaky Yeah Love It don't come easy You fight it Get so sleepy From standingon my legs Sometimesit goes... Row Row Row