“Held under these smothering waves By your strong and thick-veined hand But one of these days I'm gonna wriggle up on dry land”
Held under these smothering waves By your strong and thick-veined hand But one of these days I'm gonna wriggle up on dry land
Everything stops when this comes on, and I'm forced to listen to it, rapt.
"You are sleeping off your demons when I come home; spittle bubbling on your lips; fine white foam.." 2
~one of these days I'm gonna wriggle up on dry land~