Waterlogged from Space Jungle by Sinooka


It was cold on the docks
And the moon didn’t shine
Well it must’ve forgot

There was a bird full of intrigue
A-singing into my ear
But I cloud up myself so it’s bad for my health
And you know, I couldn’t hear

I felt alone
Well, what else is new?
All my waterlogged thoughts, they spilled out
Yeah, the bird just flew
But the water rushed on and I took a walk
Well there’s a lot of birds got pretty songs, but
I want a bird that talks

Oh, that’s wrong and I know that
Just can’t seem to recall
That the rare and unseen which appears in a dream
It means nothing, nothing at all

Now, as the water rose up
I was watching my steps
Well, there’s some who say I should seek higher ground
I’d rather learn to tread
And maybe that’s my sin
Even the sirens won’t sing
If they did I would not hear a single word
I can’t hear a thing

Oh, I know I’ve been patient
But what am I waiting for?
Cause these waters I love, seems the birds fly above
And I’m stranded far from the shore

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