sea

Mona Miclea – Sea

Shell smashed, juices flowing
wings twitch, legs are going,
don’t get sentimental,
it always ends up drivel.
One day, I am gonna grow wings,
a chemical reaction,
hysterical and useless
hysterical and

let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

Radiohead – Let Down