This beached whale I must sell
Letting my swans down
Poking through a hidden clue
Hiding in a well
Dormant traits evacuate Aching bones of mine
The train was gone when I got on
Living on borrowed time
Equations forming around
Succumbing to senses unknowing
Warp the way you sound your name
To grasp another voice
This old sun we swung upon
Do we each have a choice
Those words said and those words read
Coming from inside
Waiting for a rain that pours
To shed my insect hyde
Equations forming around us
Succumbing to senses unknowing