At the bottom of our rotten boat there is a lake.
Things with many limbs are creeping round my teenaged legs.
Late October, old wives' summer, I'm all arms and legs.
Spread out like an adolescent on my shallow bed.
So, with animals skins around us, we go home.
Home we go.
Things with many limbs are creeping round my teenaged legs.
Late October, old wives' summer, I'm all arms and legs.
Spread out like an adolescent on my shallow bed.
So, with animals skins around us, we go home.
Home we go.