Bloem De Ligny - Zink lyrics

Under pale sween rivers under extracts of blue Voluntrocities i wonder and i ask myself could this Be it? and the gloomy 'swounds' of sudden eruptions With viny acclimation stops it slides Me back and tells me it's allright Seashell eyes Moony gloom I like your hair Velocity Mellow stuff in my belly and Where do i go with my weary head My weary head A retreat to a place called zink my nostrils Shake as i smell the ink and i love it it is Dark but still delicious i like the smell I shake and curl and wrinkle and wrinkle and stop Thinking and wrinkle and wrinkle and wrinkle and wrinkle Seashell eyes Moony gloom I like your hair Velocity Mellow stuff in my belly and Where do i go with my weary head My weary head... Does it go in between? where do i stand In colluminity? or, for this it is capturing And flintely good to have your face in my head. Seashell eyes Moony gloom I like your hair Velocity Mellow stuff in my belly and Where do i go with my weary head Seashell eyes Moony gloom My weary head... I like your hair Velocity Mellow stuff in my belly and Where do i go with my weary head My weary head, my weary head...