Lyrics Porcupine Sheet - Little Red Lung

Porcupine Sheet

We made a boat out of your shoulders
And wrapped your legs around our arms
The waves get choppier the further out we go
Out we go
Out we go
Out we go…
There’s something under us
Waiting for our luck to run out
There’s something under us
About to fill our boat with blood
Your eyes get yellower with every second
The sky goes black behind the trunks of the trees
We can’t go faster with this porcupine sheet
We can’t go faster with this porcupine sheet
Porcupine sheet
Porcupine sheet…
There’s something under us
Waiting for our luck to run out
There’s something under us
About to fill our boat with blood
There’s something under us
Waiting for our luck to run out
There’s something under us
About to fill our boat with blood