Atlantic Cod by Teenage Guitar Lyrics

You grew up smiling
Don't use that choice
The village is flying
It's that time again
And shortly we must speak
Of an ear to get lost in
Hearing the choices
And seasons and voices
Echoing sharks
Lost in the darks
Of hinterlands, winterlands, splintered hands

If you grope enough
If you grope enough
If you grope enough
If you grope enough
If you grope enough
If you grope enough
If you grope enough
If you grope enough
If you grope enough
If you grope enough
If you grope enough