Diane Hine - Bite lyrics

BITE. Maybe sharks glide in the beatific blue sheet sea. Unpredictable. I clamber over saw-toothed limestone, by crumbling cliffs. RIVERBANK. Soft skin flakes hang from twisted paperbarks over clear water. Silt puffs and billows as circling writhing eels resolve into a dark ray's fluted rims and a pale crab scoots to flimsy weed. PASTEL. Leaves, a far green haze, aspiring flowering gums. Sky-scaling Karris. Peeling trunks reveal tints or yellow, peach, brown and shell pink.