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In The Belly Of A Whale
I built for you a satellite.
Strung with the finest thread,
a crown for your pretty head.
2 tons of string run out mid flight.
Rope burn all blister blue,
I lost my grip and I lost you.
Chorus:
In the belly of a whale,
my broken hull and tattered sail.
The salt and coral baby blue,
it took the place of me and you.
But now I'm married to the sea,
there's nowhere else I'd rather be.
I don't think abou the coast,
I don't think about my home.
While all the world selpt through the night,
I crept down to the shores.
Untied, awoke the oars.
I'll drift away into the night.
Some say you'll see my ghost,
down in the waves along the coast.
Chorus:
Oh molars crush me gently,
sweep me off your falls.
What a sorrow feeling,
what a perfect sound.
Chorus:
I don't think about the filth,
I don't think about the war.
I don't think about the greed,
and I don't care about the score.
Well I hope they never ever come,
I hope we're never ever found.
Alone in the dark,
we'll never make a sound.
'Cause I'll be sitting on your teeth,
and I'll be drinking from your tongue.
I fell asleep in your ribs,
and I'm breathing through your lungs.
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and I'm breathing through your lungs.
I fell asleep in your ribs,
and I'll be drinking from your tongue.
'Cause I'll be sitting on your teeth,
we'll never make a sound.
Alone in the dark,
I hope we're never ever found.
Well I hope they never ever come,
and I don't care about the score.
I don't think about the greed,
I don't think about the war.
I don't think about the filth,
Chorus:
what a perfect sound.
What a sorrow feeling,
sweep me off your falls.
Oh molars crush me gently,
Chorus:
down in the waves along the coast.
Some say you'll see my ghost,
I'll drift away into the night.
Untied, awoke the oars.
I crept down to the shores.
While all the world selpt through the night,
I don't think about my home.
I don't think abou the coast,
there's nowhere else I'd rather be.
But now I'm married to the sea,
it took the place of me and you.
The salt and coral baby blue,
my broken hull and tattered sail.
In the belly of a whale,
Chorus:
I lost my grip and I lost you.
Rope burn all blister blue,
2 tons of string run out mid flight.
a crown for your pretty head.
Strung with the finest thread,
I built for you a satellite.
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