Lyrics Waiting in the Story - Mega Bog

Waiting in the Story

What if I fought today
I wouldn’t own it any
Other time
What’s mine’s an empty coco-lime
Walnut in the shape I feel I may be
Old to die
Wander image, a glistening pool
Alright
Hear me
I am crawling back
Little crab child
With the gift of waiting on this hill
And listening
Tune it towards the best hour of evening
Watch your kid unwind
An abdomen of small snakes writhe
As eager as the steam of whoever’s heat
I’ll shimmer in the cold
Of letting it all go again
Mouthed a water droplet
Intensely hung for you
I see it always me, too
Hear me
I am crawling back
Little crab child
With the gift of waiting on this hill
And listening
Waiting in the story
I’m an inch away