Testo Sullivan

Walk on the rocks, yeah, sonny
And take all this ocean and wander asleep
In slumber. Break up these branches on mind
Leaves and sticks, smooth, try not to let the fire go

Woken and washed by the clanless
As open and empty, poor little rocks, spurr's aggressive,
As stuck to I got shoes, I'm leaves to pick, rocks to throw Try not to let the fire go