this is good the son is onside break the air with pieces of hide 

shame it broke i cant think anymore, shame i found the truth on the floor 

and you can go suddenly and you can feel close to me and everybody's gotta drown 

i like to sleep and dream without wings, i like to fill my pockets with things 

that glow and shake and sit nice and calm in blackened holes where slaves have no arms 

my life ends, it's as though i'm dreaming. so i'll go there and i'll stay there but you i cant bring 

a friend says it's all in my evenflow, so i'll go there and i'll stay there and see how things go 

these are all my rupturing cells in my hand with seven old shells 

that swam and sank in so many moons and cast our dear forever too soon 

you can go suddenly and you can speak openly