More water So the blood will not boil Setting course for The crooked straights Make me smile The destination Is never where I want to be 1: 12 Thus what's spoken Never has Its own remorse What I mean is I Offer no, no Trust 1: 51 Darling, I am letting go Without a word to justify 'Cause studies show More than half the time We move our mouthes, we're full of shit It's a renaissance of language A renaissance of language A renaissance of language A renaissance 2: 42 More water So the blood will not boil Open road Take us in and drive a while 3: 22 A renaissance of language A renaissance of language A renaissance of language A renaissance We're full of shit A renaissance