We're drifting goodbye
On a rust-colored cloud oh fallopian friends
Abandon us now our cisterns are full
Of bones ground to dust
The sky shows a bruise
Where our fingers have touched
Come suck on this vine it tangles and nets
Come swallow the wine
We squeezed from our breath
The ocean is shifting
We're sailing the muck
The methane is rising to heaven above

We're tracing our shape
On the walls of your house
We're surfing the sand
That spills from your mouth
We're coming for more cause nothing is left
The words are all gone
There's more to be said send us away
On ships made of silk send us to fly
Black skies washed with milk people like us
We need a dream to escape people like us
We need to sleep to awake

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