If I tell you a lie, then I'll tell you the [bad word] 
I'm gonna travel down with a brilliant moon
Gonna make my way, it's [bad word] gray
It wants to be a child anyway
So we travel through the crowd
Shook hands, took a bow
We travel through the crowd
Made our way

We took our hands, went to the beach
Made homes out of cardboard sheets
We saw this love, we had it tough
But I had nothing to do with it
Nothing to do with it
I had nothing to do with it
Nothing to do with it

If I lose this bay, I'll be the bones
If I lose this bay, I'll be the bones
If I lose this bay, I'll be the bones
I'll never be this bold again

Saw a man, saw what he took
It was a stack of books and [bad word] hook
Asked what he'd learned, where he'd been
He said he'd traveled to and from every land
Saw a million things, shook a million hands
But was breaking bread with an old friend
When he saw it in his eyes
Had nothing to do with it
Nothing to do with it
Had nothing to do with it
Nothing to do with it

If I lose this bay, I'll be the bones
If I lose this bay, I'll be the bones
If I lose this bay, I'll be the bones
I'll never be this bold again

Inevitable and I
Inevitable and I

This is something I have never seen before
Some kind of secret door
There's a man waiting
He keeps the men waiting