The Custom of the Sea letra

We'll die of thirst
On the sea,
the same as the city but flat black asphalt waves
lack the trade winds to save us from the isolation
so paddle hard because we all know what the straws decree
one of us has go this
time no one makes it home
We'll die of thirst
On the sea,
the same as the city but flat black asphalt waves
lack the trade winds to save us from the isolation
so paddle hard because we all know what the straws decree
one of us has go this
time no one makes it home

Ghostlimb - Letras

• A Passing Glance
• A Social Worker's Nightmare
• Amphetamine Praise
• An Insomniac's Complexion
• As Far As Goodbyes Go
• Astigmatism
• Bridge Above the Water
• Complete Works
• Copywritten
• Document
• Drowned in a Drought
• Espionage
• Honest To God
• Index
• Keep 'Em In Stitches
• Laughter
• Long Nights, Short Fuses
• Loose Lipped Error
• Loxodrome
• Midas In Reverse
• Palimpsest
• Port of Call
• Scimitar
• Seperated at Birth
• Seperation Perfected
• Seven
• Shore Leave
• Six
• Southwest Passage
• The Custom of the Sea
• Weltstadt Los Angeles