Anchor to the bottom
You can see the current
Situation ending
In and out of focus
Floating to the surface
You can see my child
Quality arrangements
Of the constellations
Where everything is turning inside out
You went too far the other way
We'll never get home
to the shoreline
Occupy the picture
Perfect combinations
In the grains of sand
Where everything is turning inside out
You went too far the other way
We'll never get home
The line for time
convalescent hands
Obvious in what they desire
What does the midnight horse contend?
Deeper than they can comprehend
Accelerate all sprawl
Expanded and swollen
Overlooking the idiots at sea
The line for time
convalescent hands
Obvious in what they desire
What does the midnight horse contend?
Deeper than they can comprehend
Accelerate all sprawl
Expanded and swollen
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