Roslyn - Cullen

Up with your turret

Aren’t we just terrified?

Shale, screen your worry from what you won’t ever find

Don’t let it fool you

Don’t let it fool you… down

Down’s sitting round, folds in the gown

Sea and the rock below

Cocked to the undertow

Bones blood and teeth erode, with every crashing node

Wings wouldn’t help you

Wings wouldn’t help you… down

Down fills the ground, gravity’s proud

You barely are blinking

Wagging your face around

When’d this just become a mortal home?

Won’t, won’t, won’t, won’t

Won’t let you talk me Won’t let you talk me down

Will pull it taut, nothing let out