We stand on unfamiliar shores
And cast our troubles into the fjords
They swallow our sorrows with a bloated
And hallow belch
They will not die deep down there
In the pit of my stomach
They claw their way to freedom
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
We stand on unfamiliar shores
And cast our troubles into the fjords
They swallow our sorrows with a bloated
And hallow belch
They will not die deep down there
In the pit of my stomach
They claw their way to freedom