5 acessos
The ocean's aren't filled-up with wine
For all we have is water
Who will bring about this wedding for the groom and daughter?
That's not a halo
It's a lasso since you tell the truth
Gather in a see through glass the morning dew
Then rise to the heavens on evaporation To the waters inching up my neck
Sinking with no foothold since this beam is not a speck
Want to see what cones and rods cannot make out?
Please reach down your pail to here and bail me out
Flying a machine that can't be seen because it's cloaked
Begins to lose altitude
The feathers have been soaked
With the water of a life made from deadweight
Show your sun behind the clouds
Evaporate