Dappled Cities Fly
Beach
Carbon's on its naked spree as holidays always should beBut more often than not a vague sound emerged from the seaFrom a horrible horse sized sea anemoneIt said 'I hear you curly voicesOver other annoyancesAnd you swim out and so farBut you never told me your name'Carbon's on a healthy tow and moderately sways to and froThe queue moves slowly but the current plays with its repeated crowsAnd the order of things is laughably lowBut I wade in lineYes I wade in line'I hear you curly voicesOver other annoyancesAnd you swim out and so farBut you never told me your name'You never told me your name
From Letras Mania