This twinkle speculates
Whether the organ is worthy
Or if the hourglass is more
Lest it musters a makeshift future
The hourglass stands tall
Sustained by sand like a mountain
Or withered slowly like a shore
Shepard the ocean a little closer
Tectonic future calls
Bringing our feet to victoria
With nothing but a protocol
To feed the dying population
Hypothetically we'd build a home in this city
Theoretically it'd vanish in a year
Hypothetically we'd have the sea all to ourselves
Theoretically you'd be the perfect company
Our bodies congregate
Rummaging through every layer
Through every unseen earthly fate
We're only in a makeshift future
I'd like a cradle song
Would you be so kind to offer
This twinkle will not last so long
Sound don't travel below water
Hypothetically we'd build a home in this city
Theoretically it'd vanish in a year
Hypothetically we'd have the sea all to ourselves
Theoretically you'd be the perfect company