When I was borne
i was borne on the crest of a wave
and rocked by the cradle of the deep.
My mother is the tale
of seahorses running
chariots to Atlantis!
My eyes are stars
my teeth are Spars!
My hair is made
out of seaweed.
When I spitz,
i spitz tar.
I is tough,
I'll try to bring you on a journey
A realm that you have once been
I'll open up those dreams back to you
The reason why we dream when we are living
The reason why we seek refuge from this cruel reality
The reason why our connections build from this refuge
The reason why we are dreamers and can be real
There's no rush to where we're heading
For rushing will lead us nowhere
And I shall end this short to create some room for you
For the rest of this journey
I believe you'll remember
Or maybe neptune estate by king krule
Would just do
For its been on repeat since the beginning
Can’t you bare just one more night?
I wanna be with you
I wanna be used
July saw you drinking mimosas
underneath a tree that wept shadows.
You were never one for cloudless days
by the sea. Silver wax over golden dust.
You are beginning to realize
blue might be the loneliest colour
when caught without the sun.
Yet only the ocean can speak of love in any tense.
Look at how it creates and destroys
at the same time.
Look at how
it carries on.