The Deer Windinseaandwhine Lyrics The Deer lyrics

Sound, isn't it strange how the layers play and intertwine
Sound, isn't it strange, Like the ancient wind in sea & whine
Sound, upon her whim, whispering she won't wait for him
His writ, a heavy limb, flails & frails, Spinning hymns
Spinning him through sea in whine, the ancient wind in sea & whine
Still, a seraphim of irridescence will pulse & pull you in
as you leak away your hydrogen 'till your lungs give in
Faint, I hear her roar and ricochet off the ocean floor

round an ambient wade in textures I haven't heard before
Faint, I hear her roar and ricochet off the ocean floor
round in ambient wade in textures all unheard before
heard before, herbivore, in textures I haven't heard before