Blue Whale

cutting through the hide of the world's greatest beast gave our tribes an early feast
we spat and drank more wine
the winter came the flesh grew rank ships in port they sank two tribes they could not dine
you're right for my eye
the sun grew stale on our blue whale the sun grew stale on our blue whale
gilted member knives and forks I wasn't through my early course
lie in bed the world to wake you throw your punches when you hate
gilted member knives and forks I wasn't through my early course
lie in bed the world to wake you throw your punches when you hate
the sun grew stale on our blue whale the sun grew stale on our blue whale
cutting clips of good and bad that you've had in life
the former takes a bigger knife the latter takes more time
our summers say that that you enjoyed Goddard Polaroid
it always seemed more fun to navigate the sun