02. Overdosed

The morning comes across the tide of your waist
I have creased all your spots, all the night
In your summer storm

Now, silence and rumbles and whales
In your stomach wave

Cold hands, cold hands, your navel is
My world and my home
Cold hands, cold hands, your navel moors
My love and my hope
And I can’t help feeling so overdosed

My dark energy made us one
Your force of gravity will make me drown

The morning leaves down the stream of your dreams
The water is shooting up just too much
And I’m getting caught

Now, silence and rumbles and whales

Now, silence and rumbles and whales
In your stomach wave

Cold hands, cold hands, your navel is
My world and my home
Cold hands, cold hands, your navel moors
My love and my hope
And I can’t help feeling so overdosed

Like a seawolf, like a seawolf running
Like a seawolf, like a seawolf

Like a seawolf running across the ocean alone
Like a seawolf searching it’s shadow with no where to go
Like a seawolf bitting it’s back leg up to the bone
Like a seawolf.


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