Lost in the soundwaves of the soul
that's lost in the heatwaves
and out of control.
Poles are changing;
contemplating, rearranging.
Waves are crashing to the shore
that lies above a molten core.
Plates are shifting;
ground is lifting, people drifting.
Time is ticking.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 1:11 AM UTC
Lost in the soundwaves of the soul
that's lost in the heatwaves
and out of control.
Poles are changing;
contemplating, rearranging.
Waves are crashing to the shore
that lies above a molten core.
Plates are shifting;
ground is lifting, people drifting.
Time is ticking.
