this is good the son is onside break the air with pieces of hide
shame it broke i cant think anymore, shame i found the truth on the floor
and you can go suddenly and you can feel close to me and everybody's gotta drown
i like to sleep and dream without wings, i like to fill my pockets with things
that glow and shake and sit nice and calm in blackened holes where slaves have no arms
my life ends, it's as though i'm dreaming so i'll go there and i'll stay there but you i cant bring
a friend says it's all in my evenflow, so i'll go there and i'll stay there and see how things go
these are all my rupturing cells in my hand with seven old shells
that swam and sank in so many moons and cast our dear forever too soon
you can go suddenly and you can speak openly