Porcupine Sheet - Little Red Lung

We made a boat out of your shoulders

And wrapped your legs around our arms

The waves get choppier the further out we go

Out we go

Out we go

Out we go…

There’s something under us

Waiting for our luck to run out

There’s something under us

About to fill our boat with blood

Your eyes get yellower with every second

The sky goes black behind the trunks of the trees

We can’t go faster with this porcupine sheet

We can’t go faster with this porcupine sheet

Porcupine sheet

Porcupine sheet…

There’s something under us

Waiting for our luck to run out

There’s something under us

About to fill our boat with blood

There’s something under us

Waiting for our luck to run out

There’s something under us

About to fill our boat with blood