Alright, this is mollusk.
Summer.
Summer.
We are summer.
Van Hells Summer, New Orleans.
Feelings come, like a tire with a fire when I'm done.
I arrive so cleverly, picking shells the smallest I've found.
When it's waved against the swell with good-bye, soft water in my eyes.
And while you go down slow, while you go down slow.
When it's waved against the swell with good-bye, soft water in my eyes.
When it's waved against the swell with good-bye, soft water in my eyes.
When it's waved against the swell with good-bye, soft water in my eyes.
When it's waved against the swell, while you go down slow.
I was wondering when you put me down, for how you pulled me under.
When you bury my head and say, could you lend a poem in my head?
When you bury my head and say, could you lend a poem in my head?
When you bury my head and say, could you lend a poem in my head?
When you bury my head and say, could you lend a poem in my head?
When you bury my head and say, could you lend a poem in my head?
When you bury my head and say, could you lend a poem in my head?
When you bury my head and say, could you lend a poem in my head?
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
Dine to survive.
