Bloem De Ligny - Zink Lyrics
Under pale sween rivers under extracts of blueVoluntrocities i wonder and i ask myself could thisBe it? and the gloomy 'swounds' of sudden eruptionsWith viny acclimation stops it slidesMe back and tells me it's allrightSeashell eyesMoony gloomI like your hairVelocityMellow stuff in my belly andWhere do i go with my weary headMy weary headA retreat to a place called zink my nostrilsShake as i smell the ink and i love it it isDark but still delicious i like the smellI shake and curl and wrinkle and wrinkle and stopThinking and wrinkle and wrinkle and wrinkle and wrinkleSeashell eyesMoony gloomI like your hairVelocityMellow stuff in my belly andWhere do i go with my weary headMy weary head...Does it go in between? where do i standIn colluminity? or, for this it is capturingAnd flintely good to have your face in my head.Seashell eyesMoony gloomI like your hairVelocityMellow stuff in my belly andWhere do i go with my weary headSeashell eyesMoony gloomMy weary head...I like your hairVelocityMellow stuff in my belly andWhere do i go with my weary headMy weary head, my weary head...
