Original Tea from Submariner's Dilemma by Daniel Madill

Divinations for those who wrestle with the cause
Of why that starlight seems so untoward
Their trajectories give me no harmony
And I have no commentary still

I'm on my way to pick some milk up from the shop
I get the feeling that the weight of skies about to drop
All that is to be; all that we are yet to see
To grow right over me here

Losing
A little more face just to keep your place
Losing
A little more wine just to tell your mind
It’s yours
It’s yours

Some like to speak the greatness of our little train
And how its ceilings is peeling from the strain that is leading us
Over the precipice
To swim in original tea

Losing
A little more face just to keep your place
Losing
A little more wine just to tell your mind
It’s yours
It’s yours

I get no feeling from the cause
And effect of the sanctioned responses
From the core
From the core

Divinations for those who wrestle with the cause
Of why that starlight seems so untoward
Their trajectories give me no harmony
And I have no commentary still

Losing
A little more face just to keep your place
Losing
A little more wine just to tell your mind
It’s yours
It’s yours

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