There, the trout cavort with butterflies on pins And mummies try to cheer me with their rictus grins As pickled punks stare through the junk, he mounts a cat with fins Does he notice, there beneath my dusty skin The warmth glowing within? Mermaids, hideous, scream their lust through lips sealed with twine Can he turn to me if it proves in the end Things with flippers and fins make untrustworthy friends? Where does curio end and companion begin?
Shrunken heads converse in bed with mysteries of the sea Does he long for the promise of mermaiden grace? While I rest in my case Will they look after me? Will I ever be free?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
