Milo Songtext
von Fredrik

A fish in a sinkhole
Waiting for the fleet to show
Over flesh and fishbones
And the imaginary sand below


In marshes wet and windblown
Swimming but the fins (are slow)
Swallowing the brimstone
Needles in the throat (and bones)

The needle is a reptile
Turning narrow heads (and smile)
Look for bees and sand flies
Obeying but the will of the hive

A fly so young and callow
Can never make a ship aglow
Big fish in a sinkhole
Waiting for the fleet to show...