Shore

Supersonic, feels euphoric
Words fall out, I feel moronic
It's a habit, works like magic
Love and loss in lines of static

Head near the ceiling
Blood, bone, and feeling

Heart to heart and dust to dust, I write this a little flushed
Wish it wasn't all in vain, alas I'm on another plane
Heart to heart and dust to dust, furrowed brows, oh yeah, that's us
Sitting there like rotten fruit, a little soft, a little cute

Through the junction, volts and tungsten
On the run from form and function

Head near the ceiling
Blood, bone, and feeling

Heart to heart and dust to dust, I write this a little flushed
Wish it wasn't all in vain, alas I'm on another planе
Heart to heart and dust to dust, furrowed brows, oh yеah, that's us
Sitting there like rotten fruit, a little soft, a little cute