More True More Rowdy by Two Steps on the Water Lyrics

Like hands around the glass eyes
So are these Sundays cloudy
A deafening calm
A slept on dead arm
Little dreams of more true, more rowdy

Calling out love from high above
A sea seen from mountain tops cloudy
And I'm haemorrhaging blood
That'll freeze in midair
Little dreams of more true, more rowdy

Portrait of a cowboy in a sports car
A gladiator at home in a sports bar
The mask has been shattered
The pieces been scattered
Glued back together with red bull and jager

The truth can't be found in the quiet of the home
A quote from a Hemingway lookalike
Yelled to his scribe
Between two racist jibes
That fell into the wind from his motorbike
I just don't know what to do with me
Does high as fuck count as an emotion?
Fall asleep punching bills
The bongwater spills
And I dream of a dip in the ocean

Portrait of a cowboy in a sports car
A gladiator at home in a sports bar
The mask has been shattered
The pieces been scattered
Glued back together with red bull and jager