Sullivan

Walk on the rocks, yeah, it's sunny

And take all this ocean and while you're asleep

In slumber. Break all these branches and bind

Leaves and sticks, smoke, try not to let the fire go

Woven and washed by the clanless

As open and empty, poor little rocks, spurr's aggressive(?)

As stuck to I got shoes

And find leaves to pick, rocks to throw

Try not to let the fire go