Centro-Matic
Aerial Spins/Nautical Wilderness
It's ten thousand leagues until we reach waterfrontThe captain concedes we're not lost for nowWith aerial spins in nautical wildernessOcean-fed surplus, we're not lost for now.Just can't see howThe night will prevail, situation's intractableWe won't kiss the waterfront.We're not lost for now.Just can't see how.
From Letras Mania