I shall walk
softly there.
In a ditch
- to air!
Of which to wear?
I don't know, man.
I'm moving
still.
Dunno the hills
any
more
I sink until
The wheels will
spin.
The hatch will
lock.
I'm lost upon this trembling dock.
I forgot my trunks
of trees so free.
So chained upon this massive sea.
i'm gonna soft
stomp
Look at me.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 4:08 AM UTC
I shall walk
softly there.
In a ditch
- to air!
Of which to wear?
I don't know, man.
I'm moving
still.
Dunno the hills
any
more
I sink until
The wheels will
spin.
The hatch will
lock.
I'm lost upon this trembling dock.
I forgot my trunks
of trees so free.
So chained upon this massive sea.
i'm gonna soft
stomp
Look at me.
