Slow Down by Yo-Yo
My sweetheart and I will retire,
Will retire to the tide pools.
And we'll fix our meals of crabs and krill in the long
And we'll she'd our skin,
For a shell from a wise old snail who is singing:
At the base of the dunes with the algae bloom and the
Here we sit all day and wait and wait for the tide to
And we'll she'd our skin because we know where it's been,
And we know this hymn:
Lost, lost, in this torrent,
Drowned in the deep of this over-sweet porridge,
Blind to to all of the blood and carnage.