Loosely Of Amoebas lyrics

Crave...the sound of ocean roaring The moisture during nightime warmth Crave...though rather ill-disposedly To be the director of your dreamplays To cause awkward ecstatic awakenings By his side, under the ghost of me Into the waves still rising higher The mermaid home, wish I'd be taken there Like the amoeba spawns Filling poor Rockford's cave My brains swell sorely When exposed to the vicinity The conciousness sears me Through the necessary Inhaling sin, sketching the moves Crave...the sound of ocean roaring It was all tears mixed with sea I'm purified by crystal showers and now Salt tastes too mildy on my tongue Crave...though rather ill-disposedly To wake the sea-nymph that remains unseen Causing awkward ecstatic awakenings By his side, under the ghost of me