Desert kisses in the sand Engulfing joints, engulfing land Tidal fingers cling to rocks A deadly grip, a deadly lock
Cursed and pissed into the ocean Wilfully caused a great commotion But only for a stifled moment Then it was back to still life motion
A sideways crawl, a sideways scrawl The cancer crab is on us all I kissed your face, I kissed the sand I heard you sigh There was no sound
Thrashed and spat back at the ocean But there was nothing, no commotion Just my lonely stupid notions Trapped again in still life motion
Sinking down-with just my sound Sinking down-running on the moving ground sinking down Sinking down-without a sound Sinking down-sleeping on the moving ground sinking down
Desert kisses in the sand Engulfing joints, engulfing land Tidal fingers cling to rocks A deadly grip, a deadly lock
Sinking down-the world is round Sinking down-there's no-one around Standing on the moving ground Sinking down-the world is flat There's no-one here to question that Sinking down-without a sound Sinking down Sinking down-the world was round Sinking down-there was no-one around Sinking down.
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