It's calling like bells refreshing sounds and smells carelessly aged fossils and shells waiting in wishing wells
the light house signals and the ships sail in viewing the extra-terrestials by the light of a pale moon in this town the light shines dim and the sailors seem stunted by the lack of vision the water grows too big it's so big they reek of thirteen-year olds vibrant, young and naive at sea the mercy is on the wave just like the scene to a coal miner relentless and unrelenting left at sea with poor skies and a pale moon in the planet below the lense cracks the sun until the night hits sights limited to their bow and port, stern and starboard port and bow, stern and starboard port and bow, stern and starboard port and bow, stern and starboard port and bow, stern and starboard
port and bow, stern and starboard port and bow, stern and starboard it's a nautical indifference so dark the compass becomes weight left baiting fit the light that gives direction the light house is drab and glowing out the sailor is stuck the sailor is stuck what am I doing here? what am I doing here?
in a moment short of impossible let the record show the starters and the stoppers saturated with the position of desperation just like a sailor just like a sailor just like a sailor just like a sailorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
