(no subject)
"Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot
My twitching muscles tease my flipping thoughts
I never really dreamed of heaven much
Until we put him in the ground
But it's all I'm doing now
Listening for patterns in the sound
Of an endless static sea"
My twitching muscles tease my flipping thoughts
I never really dreamed of heaven much
Until we put him in the ground
But it's all I'm doing now
Listening for patterns in the sound
Of an endless static sea"