| Dried Sea |
|---|
| Our trouble |
| Come for me I row a dried up sea |
| Trouble tore at my sleep (sleeve?) |
| I row a dried up sea |
| Ribbons to hide my face |
| Shame does not come to claim |
| Trouble tore at my sleep (sleeve?) |
| I row a dried up sea |
| Never you mind |
| You can manage |
| Never you mind |
| You can manage |
| Never you mind |
| You can manage |
| Never you mind |
| Well… Fuck that |
| I fail to explain |
| Never you mind |
| You can manage |
| And never you mind |
| If, when you stand |
| Would you sleep |
| Never you mind |
| You can manage |
| If you try |
| You can manage |
| You can manage |
| You can manage |
| If you try |
