The Slow Clock - Smooth Sailing Lyrics

I got this paper from the garbage
Last night I read it from A to Z
It was old, but still it gave me an impression of what people want to believe
I was born in a church
Without a trace but with a twist
Come swim in my weak spot, baby
Smooth sailing for consolation
When it rains it kinda drizzles, baby
Well I'll be damned: straight to voicemail