I Dreamed of Cold Clean Green Seas Songtext
von Soft Plastics

And I crumpled their names
I screamed and whipped parchment into the womb of fire
And ashes from my once sputtering fire
Climbed higher and then higher

Spotted by three fast men
Who followed me into this fen
Wyld thyngs
Green mists they are rising


White laughter reprising
Demonic enterprising
Wyld thyngs
Everywhere wyld thyngs

And then for one minute
Glory the world wobbles
Swirling and swirling
The world′s wet swirling

In the fabric of the loom
The world's wet wobbles
Under the devil′s nuclear moon
I hung my paintings in trees

I dreamed of cold, clean, green seas