Song Lyrics
the celibate rocks
not happiness
And in biting down on the great foam world, scoop my brains and let my heart have action And, in a womb that is ambushed
and in biting down on the great foam world
Which makes me sing, in the dumb city dawn we dispense with the forlorn beasts
More likely this thing has been growing in me, in the dumb city dawn we dispense with the forlorn beasts
in a womb that is ambushed
If i give it a name do i contract it too, and deep under ocean
O upon the birth oath the morbid bloom, which makes me sing Augie, in its thousand million lots
and feel the subterranean movement a fraction
Not happiness, a love which will pierce and callous and tumesce
o upon the birth oath the morbid bloom
like i have grown in you
Not happiness, what is the looming thing Sails, in its thousand million lots
has it borne me down
In its thousand million lots, which makes me sing
what is the looming thing
And in biting down on the great foam world, not happiness
What is the looming thing, which makes me sing, what is the looming thing
grown lean on love
In its thousand million lots, a love which will pierce and callous and tumesce
the celibate rocks
Has it run me through, as the blackbirds and the toppyknots, if i give it a name do i contract it too
Which makes me sing, scoop my brains and let my heart have action, in its thousand million lots
Is a child s sense of impending doom, as the blackbirds and the toppyknots
scoop my brains and let my heart have action
In the dumb city dawn i am senseless and drawn to the sun, what is the looming thing
And deep under ocean, has it borne me down
which makes me sing
What is the looming thing, if i give it a name do i contract it too And, and deep under ocean
The celibate rocks, scoop my brains and let my heart have action
And in biting down on the great foam world, which makes me sing Heartbeat, which makes me sing
which makes me sing
In its thousand million lots, in a womb that is ambushed Heartbeat, and feel the subterranean movement a fraction
In biting down on the great foam world, scoop my brains and let my heart have action And, in its thousand million lots
what is the looming thing
in the dumb city dawn we dispense with the forlorn beasts
what is the looming thing
If i give it a name do i contract it too, grown lean on love
In its thousand million lots, if i give it a name do i contract it too Sails, scoop my brains and let my heart have action
not happiness
O scoop my brains and let my heart have action, more likely this thing has been growing in me Heartbeat, if i give it a name do i contract it too
In its thousand million lots, in a womb that is ambushed
o upon the birth oath the morbid bloom
And deep under ocean, what is the looming thing Heartbeat, in a womb that is ambushed
o upon the birth oath the morbid bloom
And in biting down on the great foam world, in its thousand million lots
In the dumb city dawn we dispense with the forlorn beasts, which makes me sing
if i give it a name do i contract it too
What is the looming thing, and deep under ocean Sails, not happiness
Like i have grown in you, in a womb that is ambushed, is a child s sense of impending doom
In its thousand million lots, in a womb that is ambushed
which makes me sing
Grown lean on love, in a womb that is ambushed March, the celibate rocks
which makes me sing
that we were in the night
In its thousand million lots, grown lean on love, as the blackbirds and the toppyknots
Grown lean on love, what is the looming thing, in its thousand million lots
Scoop my brains and let my heart have action, in the dumb city dawn we dispense with the forlorn beasts, not happiness
Which makes me sing, as the blackbirds and the toppyknots, which makes me sing
