I watched you flare up from the ink
nocturnal glances were surrounding
our legs got sucked in and
our bodies keep on lifting off the sheets
our hands get tied to our minds and
we keep on talking in our sleep
Caspian power moves within me
my circulation thermohaline
our bodies keep on lifting off the sheets
our limbs and hinges rust into the sea
we all seem to have big plans
our legs got sucked in and
our bodies keep on lifting off the sheets
our limbs and hinges rust into the sea
we all seem to have big plans
we all seem to have big plans
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