Surface

Must be fate's colossal strokes

colouring more

colouring more

shades into the swarm of senses,

breach the surface

foam and waves

can't wait to

hold you.

Let me swim for

burning circles.

Be my

Sunken temple,

fathoms under.

Be my

Be my

error. Must be fate's colossal strokes

colouring more

colouring more

shades of wild and sweet resurgence,

breach the surface

foam and waves

can't wait to

hold you.

Let me swim for

burning circles.

Be my

Sunken temple,

fathoms under.

Be my

Be my

error.