Текст песни Winter River, CT - Telyscopes

(Green, I want you green)
(Green, I want you green)

Seahorses curl into little spirals
In gray matter, the lovers are neatly hidden
Pinhole prints light on silver particles
Where thousands of black speckles bloom into an image

When you tell me you think that you love me,
Is it feeding into a scene?
One you scribble with rhythmic propulsion
In freehand I struggle to read
Would you let me swim
In your wake again
As our ripples surround?
When the tide rolls in,
Plymouth puritan,
Will we get back to ground?

The binary ones and zeros archived
A jungle of wires, the lovers are deeply hidden
Enmeshed in a desktop's spinning disc-drive
Where thousands of backup files are overwritten

When I told you I think that I love you
While filling nail holes with putty
Was it me or an emulsion of liquids,
Reading each line carefully?
When our film degrades
And your baby face
Is anonymous grain
Flanneled husband,
Alec Baldwin,
Do you think that we'll drown?