Paroles de The Prow

Zoning in a hall of glass Plasma flowing from a cask Piercing overtones Mainline into my back pack It's full of clouds in my house A grey hive, humming white souls Frenzy reviving the room Energized by many flumes Drip-drop, on my head Wakes me from a thousand moons Circle dance inside the cave All movement brings a message Larvae, in their holes Waiting for a summer daze