Seca

I love to swim in the soap powder
Rolled up in the middle of the tissues
It could have been centrifugal
No need to reduce me whole
Half, half

I want a planet without a dryer
The closer to the Sun
We're drying up
Melting

We wash it all at once
All colors becoming one
In a ballet of water and soap
We stain but stay whole
Half blot

I want a planet without a dryer
The closer to the Sun
We're drying up
Melting

Dry, dry
Melting

I want a planet without a dryer
The closer to the Sun we dry

Dry, dry
Melting
Dry, dry
Melting