What a wild way for a porpoise to die
I tried my best to sleep through the night
But the reflection looked like hooded figures outside
What a wild way for a porpoise to die
Rivers rushing in pipes above our heads
Lights and wires, burning buzzing, dusty air, nothing said
Mind still full of what could happen
I'm still here
I'm still
Do you always think of fire
Like I always think of fire?
Do you always