Spitting Image

I watched you flare up from the ink

Nocturnal glances were surrounding

Our legs got sucked in and

Our bodies keep on lifting off the sheets

Our hands get tied to our minds and

We keep on talking in our sleep

Caspian power moves within me

My circulation thermohaline

Our fingers swell up and

Our bodies keep on lifting off the sheets

Our eyelids collapse and

Our limbs and hinges rust into the sea

We all seem to have big plans

We all seem to have

Our legs got sucked in and

Our bodies keep on lifting off the sheets

Our eyelids collapse and

Our limbs and hinges rust into the sea

We all seem to have big plans

We all seem to have big plans

We all seem to have