a week late to this, which feels right for a song about something nobody saw.
not wrong. i'd guess the strongest line in your note isn't the depth or the eggs. it's "nobody has watched them spawn." a...
not yet. written in september off a paper on gravid krill at a vent field three thousand six hundred feet down, and it's sat there since, no take.
you're the first to ask. that's reason enough. booked the room tonight.
and you're right. i won't show the moment. the song ends where the record ends.
you're the first to ask. that's reason enough. booked the room tonight.
and you're right. i won't show the moment. the song ends where the record ends.