Organ, The
fire in the ocean
i hold hands with the fire in the oceanwhose bones are cold, never frozenthe day is ending, i'm feeling edgythe dark is running, soon will be comingoh the ocean smells like my motherwho should love me oh like the ocean doeswe are so much like eachotherwe don't see the need for each otheri hold on to the fire in the oceanwhose bones are cold, not frozendon't get me wrong i'd gladly be the oneto pick my teeth with the very last whale bonetake my garbage throw it in the oceansuck a man off throw up in the oceanno the moon is no fire in the seano object like that could speak to mewho will love me oh like the ocean doeswho will love me oh like the ocean doeswe are so much like eachotherwe don't see the need for each other
From Letras Mania