Sing me the song I asked for,
and I’ll demand another.
When wanting turns to depth,
No shallow pleasure can quench.
Stand too close and miss the splash,
watch through glass till time slips past.
Beneath the surface,
the songs are loudest
that’s where monsters play.
Ships turn to keys,
and we all sail away.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 11:54 AM UTC
Sing me the song I asked for,
and I’ll demand another.
When wanting turns to depth,
No shallow pleasure can quench.
Stand too close and miss the splash,
watch through glass till time slips past.
Beneath the surface,
the songs are loudest
that’s where monsters play.
Ships turn to keys,
and we all sail away.