Death Vessel - Later in Life Lift

I've got a line on iodine
Below the tidewater mark.
Half-folded brill
In my hip pocket
Buttoned up tighter than sin.

If the weather is right,
We'll be harpooning our wishes
On the iodine coast and Indian file,
When the halo is bright
As a million light fixtures.
On the iodine coast and Indian file.

Bandit came out of juve hall
A tiny, peculiar beast,
Siphoned the sore from his surname,
Balled it up, and then tossed it.

If the weather is right
We'll be harpooning our wishes
On the iodine cost and Indian file,
When the halo is bright
As a million light fixtures.
On the iodine and Indian file.

Tsunami-size, and amply with it,
Boot-spurs hopped in a deacon sea.

If the weather is right
We'll be harpooning our wishes
On the iodine coast and Indian file...