freelance whales
spitting image
I watched you flare up from the ink Nocturnal glances were surrounding  Our legs got sucked in and Our bodies keep on lifting off the sheets Our hands get tied to our minds and We keep on talking in our sleep  Caspian power moves within me My circulation thermohaline  Our fingers swell up and Our bodies keep on lifting off the sheets Our eyelids collapse and Our limbs and hinges rust into the sea  We all seem to have big plans We all seem to have  Our legs got sucked in and Our bodies keep on lifting off the sheets Our eyelids collapse and Our limbs and hinges rust into the sea  We all seem to have big plans We all seem to have big plans We all seem to have