Sea Up To End

if the wolf teeth demonstrated than peeling the road as lackeys, silver output the bad luck the night crying for the dancers frivolous melancholy keep me under the spell of the decorated path on my mood in the trees high off the surging transmission jungle gaping in wish the big bang as a reinvented VIRIS in your head you have now seem to realize who's talking about his pride as evil and cold science will by singing phrases of lights from the sea up to end the wheat from the wild as a child diluted in the heath of the lamb faces strings on the peat