We'll find our way I guess to the bottom of this ocean.
Back to our true skins;
Without necessary devotion.
We'll find our way I guess,
Back upon the whale.
Sailing high on open tides.
Our heart's long gone to being stale.
Back to our true skins;
Without necessary devotion.
We'll find our way I guess,
Back upon the whale.
Sailing high on open tides.
Our heart's long gone to being stale.
© 2010 Emma Sumner
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