[Lyric] Backgarden Bastards (Misophone)

On this boat I try to steer
Filled with hopeful thoughts and fears
For [?] years
Sent down the river here

On this rock I trust and [?] with her hand
Through the fingers try to look as days [?] been took

From this house I try to walk
But my intentions break like chalk
[?] than thoughts
Sent from the river [?]

I like the sound of the driving rain hitting the canvas edges
I like the path of climbing birds over the autumn hedges

I have boiled the [?] on monday
The [?] for a week
I have found a piece of autumn
And I give it to your feet
The outside storm is one of [?]
Thе quiet ruins' quiet [?]
The window cracks likе TV show
A woman's broken radio

I'm a clown with a [motor grass monkey?]
It's become my inner monologue
[?] appropriate to [?]
Clothed it like a catalogue

You look like a cat that spent the night spawning backgarden bastards
You look like a cat that spent the night spawning backgarden bastards

You look like a cat that spent the night spawning backgarden bastards
Spent the night with backgarden bastards [?]
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