these days my small intestens are raped around my heart and my brain is deflated. i thought i found my winter blanket but it was just a planning white sheet. /////////// I want to go back across that sea With my hands out, with my hands out And I will rise I will rise from the water And though I'm cold and wet I will be clean I want to come back from this raw breeze With my hands up, with my hands up And I will lie Hung and be handcuffed Take me, I'll be yours Dripping wet, just try and hold me Just try and hold me. I am dripping wet and limp -mount eerie ///// what i find will be found easily and only when i'm not looking for it without looking for the morning in the sunset and it's like this and my will to live hides implied in my heart beating without looking for fufillment but just accepting it oh whats this is this my heart and is it thumping? oh my heart oh there you are i stopped hunting i thought you would be as big as a whale my nets were knit my heart burns on i had my ship sailed and oh my heart there you are ? in my hair and oh my heart stowed away oh sleepy heart what do you say? should we keep thumping? - mount eerie