63 skies

Thin closing remark
Your head is an empty elevator shaft
Cross pollinate pass out
I was the lake in the dream that you had last night
Follow you down
Into the fountain
What we culled all the coins out of
Deaf waiting to talk
Phone calls to your friendships overrated
They whisper to cops now
I was the lake in the dream that you had last night
Follow you down
Into the fountain
What we culled all the coins out of