Текст песни floral organs - Home Is Where

One, two, three, four

Red tide skyline, every whale in the sea
Washes up to my feet fully flensed and barely breathing
And barely breathing

I am the whaler
I've outgrown these innards
I am the whaler
Cleaning guts from gutters

I am the whaler
Our vertebrae's tethered
I am the whaler
Look, here come the buzzards

Climbing trees older than anyone alive
We braid our intestines together
Spitting teeth into each other's mouths
Back and forth until we make a smile
Until we make a smile