Lyrics:

Lucky are the leaves of the clover.
She's diggin' for chemistry with the butcher's tools.
Shifty are the eyes of the gambler.
He's making his tricks his trade, and a job well done.

Through the motions waving wishes,
To your confidence and eloquence.

He's turning a-green from these envious, glorious things.
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe.
Invoking a blue that's meant for us too.
What small amazing things we will turn to rain.

Lucky is a deer in the headlights.
Those two are as thick as thieves, not a penny more.
Shaky are the hands of the gun shy.
He'd rather give up the ghost, than take flight.

Through the motions waving wishes,
To your confidence and eloquence.

He's turning a-green from these envious, glorious things.
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe.
Invoking a blue that's meant for us too.
What small amazing things we will turn to rain.

Gather 'round, hold your glasses up high.
Drink to love, while we wait for high tide.
Keep it short, keep it brief, you have my word.
Gather 'round, while we wait for high tide.

He's turning a-green from these envious, glorious things.
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe.
Response,
The seige,
Lack fur,
We're all,
A mess,
As though,
We all have it better.