This Kind of Primal Laughter

by Whale's Sink

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released 11 April 2014

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Track Name: Nov. 18 1994
This is a newborn
He cannot see
This is me
I am crying
Tears of joy

This is his life
He cannot breathe
This is her
She is screaming
Howls of life

This is his day
He cannot move
This is his sister
She is wincing
Twitches of youth

This is his weakness
He cannot feel
This is the doctor
He is rushing
Movements of panic

This is his death
He cannot know
This is you
You are thinking
Thoughts of sinking

This is his end
He cannot live
This is him
He is slowing
Impact of today
Track Name: Cliffs
Children of red wine
That will never find
Where you lost your soul
Painted on the trees

This will mean nothing
No one will watch us now
Just a moment in time
This is just the end

Not even a sunrise
Not a sunset either
Just a little moment
Before we can smile

There are cracks in isles
We sleep through our eyes
As I start turn to you
We don’t make a sound

The black interlaces
A flash comes through
It is of you
And I start wonder
Do you feel it too

Rivers that meld
No amount of listening
Can feel this wind
And the tide that controls it

This will mean nothing
No one will watch us now
Just a moment in time
This is
This is just the end
This is
This is just the end
And I start to wonder
Do you
Do you feel it too