Nevasca Thirst

murmansk, emo revival, 2013 we drink each other dry you re my own canary made in the vest of sunny vineyards sometimes you come to me in my dreams and seems freeting as overdue linctus or horrid like a seawater but every time when dawn s lifting my lids every day i m waking in empty bed every time my head is full of warmest wind so i m searching for corkscrew to open you again