Bloem De Ligny - Zink lyrics

Under pale sween rivers under extracts of blue

Voluntrocities I wonder and I ask myself could this

Be it? and the gloomy 'swounds' of sudden eruptions

With viny acclimation stops it slides

Me back and tells me it's allright

Seashell eyes

Moony gloom

I like your hair

Velocity

Mellow stuff in my belly and

Where do I go with my weary head

My weary head

A retreat to a place called Zink my nostrils

Shake as I smell the ink and I love it it is

Dark but still delicious I like the smell

I shake and curl and wrinkle and wrinkle and stop

Thinking and wrinkle and wrinkle and wrinkle and wrinkle

Seashell eyes

Moony gloom

I like your hair

Velocity

Mellow stuff in my belly and

Where do I go with my weary head

My weary head...

Does it go in between? where do I stand

In colluminity? or, for this it is capturing

And flintely good to have your face in my head.

Seashell eyes

Moony gloom

I like your hair

Velocity

Mellow stuff in my belly and

Where do I go with my weary head

Seashell eyes

Moony gloom

My weary head...

I like your hair

Velocity

Mellow stuff in my belly and

Where do I go with my weary head

My weary head, my weary head...