Blur of Touch

Blur of touch in the ocean I'm hoping he'll reach a swimming hand out to her Sulking, stuck in, silken Fragile to the touch I'll wait in the chilling booth for you Show them you're drowning in your means You can't let them survive like this Don't let them swarm you Lure of touch in the ocean She sits on the edge Cold dwellings in the old sand I hope you get hit by the water Washes along your arms A coating of armor Show them you won't be drowning in your means You can't let them survive like this Don't let them swarm you Lure of touch in the ocean Limericks lurking in boiling pots of phlegm Sulking, stuck in, silken Fragile to the touch I'll wait in the chilling booth for you