Letras:
Wright Shannon Maps Of Tacit

This drone you sound alarmingly meek Is inside my head and plummets my bed It rallies and summons me in my sleep The sun is groggy and upon your plate

Mend the sea on this floating tin can On the branch i bend This swollen page is a yawning friend Through the straw i stem Reframe and cut this, ailing

Doldrums badger the hum Flapping about for everyone These limbs they do ring Stagger with frugal means Hector pillars within Choking the laughter

These bloated veins have climbed Hillsides and airlines Looking for a limb to reside This eager scheme has turned Lathered up your bottled smile

I'm the bagpipe that is bursting I'm the shuffleboard at night Your eyes they swim like oceans Every word is a lovely rhyme You're sporadic and so

I'm never gonna live in that room with you Weathered from seeing the upside Choking on my own smile I float around with my heavy crown Grease the