Carbon's on its naked spree as holidays always should be
But more often than not a vague sound emerged from the sea
From a horrible horse sized sea anemone
It said 'I hear you curly voices
Over other annoyances
And you swim out and so far
But you never told me your name'
Carbon's on a healthy tow and moderately sways to and fro
The queue moves slowly but the current plays with its repeated crows
And the order of things is laughably low
But I wade in line
Yes I wade in line
'I hear you curly voices
Over other annoyances
And you swim out and so far
But you never told me your name'
You never told me your name