Before the sun and after there's limestone There's so little time in this place that I get sick with motion Before the wind throws us back in the ocean, We'll be goat horned with sin
In dead sea skin
Half of everything we own stands up and walks away The ancients leak, cats play in the garden My calcium hands and roman commands all harden Because the moon is ours And star eyes are older With holes for thumb sized birds.
In dead sea skin
Half of everything we own stands up and walks away.
