歌词
We're drifting goodbye on a rust-colored cloud
Oh, fallopian friends, abandon us now
Our cisterns are full of bones ground to dust
The sky shows a bruise where our fingers have touched
Come suck on this vine, it tangles and nets
Come swallow the wine we squeeze from our breath
The ocean is shifting, we're sailing the muck
The methane is rising to Heaven above
We're tracing our shape on the walls of your house
We're surfing the sand that spills from your mouth
We're coming for more 'cause nothing is left
The words are all gone, there's more to be said
Send us away
On ships made of silk
Send us to fly
Black skies washed with milk
People like us
We need a dream to escape
People like us
We need to sleep to awake
