Intermediate

But I've got soul

And I row my boat ashore

Under the magnifier I stall

I get by in context but I don't play no part

Under all the regional thunder

We're equals and we're all looking for a new beginning

Intermediate

But I've got soul

And I row my boat ashore

Under the magnifier I stall

A slow asphyxiation, a carving to the bone

Under all seasonal longing

We're equals and we're all trying to hold on to something

What's the adequate

Amount of thought in chivalry

What's the main ingredient

Oh there never was

No equation for us