South American Soil

You shot me a glare through the low hanging fruit
Remind me again which offense did I choose?
I'm doing the best that I can with my hands,
But I needed you

Now I'm bribing the judge cause I don't have a case
But I'm judging myself so I'm taking the bait
But I'm not satisfied 'til I know that you know
That I know the truth

If I could I'd break your back with all my straw
If I could I'd break you out of all those thoughts
And you'd never get bored
Never get bored
Never get bored
Or get swept off the front porch

I muttered that verse about water and wine
And I'm tempted to try if the devil don't mind
Cause I've had some luck in corrupting what's clean
Whatever it means

I might faint while you wait for the water to boil
And the tidal may turn South American Soil (unsure)
I guess everything good must end soon or spoil
But that's only once

If I could I'd break your truth between your jaws
No I should, but that's just not the war I fought
So I'll never get bored
Never get bored
Never get bored
Or get stuck at the front door

I'm seeing this through cause I can't see through it
I'm paying my due for the lanterns I lit
I'm meeting half way between seeing and being
Out of that light