The Cape Race - Now, Voyager [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I'm blessed with a sharp tongue & cursed by the consequence
My words stripped of actions, masquerading as confidence
Along came your goodwill & nothing but dry in my mouth
No sense of coherence in the mess that came spilling out

I owe you this much

I'm awkward in my skin, but I'm comfortable in yours
I'll stay till I shrink out & it's time for your fifteen years
We were quiet driving, and I was playing you funeral songs
You argued Hear You Me was too much of an obvious choice

I owe you this much

You sat & watched me overcompensate whilst setting off the room in a spin
Proceed to horrify our company with bile about the rut that I'm in
So endearingly the crux of all your friends holding onto their youth
To still be held in such regard when every syllable embarrasses you

I know that you're a simple girl and all you want are the simplest things
And when I'm over being troubled I swear I'll make my Miss a Mrs
Until then I'll be the wreckage you defend when I'm a threat to myself
And you will never leave your station should I fold & let the water in