Escaping contamination
Is a difficult operation
I need some hibernation
Hide me
Pasta machine broke down by the weed in the field
I
Fade away into dust again
And I will see what I
Decaying as I am
Need not some promised land
I know that
Torrential high seas
Dragged me to my knees
Bleeding perfumed blood
Magic mixed
Wrap me up in confidence
Break it down when it suits
The dreams of dying mothers
I awoke, my insides shuddered
The grey
Short sleeves and warm skin
Losing coins, calling next of kin
Dropping
People go dancing
In crowded rooms
My head is getting tired
Darkness looms
Child
Ohh ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh ohh
Stupid short was swimmin'
I saw you in a river
Stardust and golden spray
Was sent
