| (Rostam) If I was a boy at sea | |
| I would be swinging from a broken tree | |
| I would be down on my back looking up at stars at night | |
| and if I could get back to reach to reach the saltiest of evergreens | |
| You know that I would turn back just to fight the whites of iron eyes | |
| When I hear that wind and I think of Spring | |
| Underneath an open window a carved out sign and | |
| often I would fight with my mind | |
| (Wes) Saltwater brine where you hung your crown | |
| When you washed your eyes in last night's tea | |
| I thought you might come out from the dream to find that | |
| (Rostam) Underneath the pine grew a patch of thyme | |
| that I burned for six days in the sun | |
| 'til I heard the distant sound of drums | |
| (Wes) Oh the queen had come and the King had died | |
| and my forehead burned but I closed my eyes | |
| and my forehead burned but I closed my eyes | |
| (Rostam) Before I go I've got to run, down the street to the market cove where I could | |
| find six seeds to bring back to the yard and plant underneath the birch tree | |
| No white skies or red sunlight | |
| In the saltwater brine | |
| My forehead burned but I closed my eyes | |
| Whoa. Now you've got to go. | |
| If I was a boy... |