Shell
Rob Sinclair
[Verse 1]
There's something sad deep inside
So small that it wants to hide
Inside its own private room
Not unlike your mother's womb
[Chorus]
And will you
Laugh at me (I will, I will)
Talk to me (I will, I will)
Be bored by me (I will, I will)
Oh cry the sea, oh cry the sea
[Verse 2]
Of all the men that seem to die
And of their souls that don't survive
They hold their own separate space
All controlled by one set pace
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Sea of death, where does it flow?
Weaving sand a tomb it sews
Transformed from a liquid hell
Perhaps towards a whispеr shell
[Chorus]