Crave...the sound of ocean roaring The moisture during nightime warmth
Crave...though rather ill-disposedly To be the director of your dreamplays To cause awkward ecstatic awakenings By his side, under the ghost of me
Into the waves still rising higher The mermaid home, wish I'd be taken there
Like the amoeba spawns Filling poor Rockford's cave My brains swell sorely When exposed to the vicinity
The conciousness sears me Through the necessary Inhaling sin, sketching the moves
Crave...the sound of ocean roaring It was all tears mixed with sea I'm purified by crystal showers and now Salt tastes too mildy on my tongue
Crave...though rather ill-disposedly To wake the sea-nymph that remains unseen Causing awkward ecstatic awakenings By his side, under the ghost of meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
