Under pale sween rivers under extracts of blue

Voluntrocities i wonder and i ask myself could this

Be it? and the gloomy 'swounds' of sudden eruptions

With viny acclimation stops it slides

Me back and tells me it's allright



Seashell eyes

Moony gloom

I like your hair

Velocity

Mellow stuff in my belly and

Where do i go with my weary head

My weary head



A retreat to a place called zink my nostrils

Shake as i smell the ink and i love it it is

Dark but still delicious i like the smell

I shake and curl and wrinkle and wrinkle and stop

Thinking and wrinkle and wrinkle and wrinkle and wrinkle



Seashell eyes

Moony gloom

I like your hair

Velocity

Mellow stuff in my belly and

Where do i go with my weary head

My weary head...



Does it go in between? where do i stand

In colluminity? or, for this it is capturing

And flintely good to have your face in my head.



Seashell eyes

Moony gloom

I like your hair

Velocity

Mellow stuff in my belly and

Where do i go with my weary head

Seashell eyes

Moony gloom

My weary head...

I like your hair

Velocity

Mellow stuff in my belly and

Where do i go with my weary head

My weary head, my weary head...