Perfect water
The dark wind braids the waves
The crazed birds raid the trees
Is this our destiny?
To join our hands at sea - and slowly sink
And slowly think:
This is perfect water, passing over me
Do you know Jacques Cousteau when they said on the radio
That he hears bells in random order
Deep beneath the perfect water?
Lord, that is frightening, but still so inviting
To drown inside a sound that lay so far underground
And to think... And to think:
This is perfect water, passing over me
To flow inside the spiral tide
To drop my eyes like a bride and ride
Across the curl unmarked by borders
It waits for me like an orphaned daughter
A life of perfect order!
A strange and perfect water!
A life of perfect order!
A strange and perfect water!
Perfect water
I dream this dream within my deep and warm Gulf Stream
Where two blocks of ice melt into my hands like dice
And I roll (seven) a seven on the floor of the sea! (seven)
And I roll (seven) a seven on the floor of the sea! (seven)
And I feel the perfect water, washing over me
To flow inside the spiral tide
To drop my eyes like a bride and ride
Across the curl unmarked by borders
It waits for me like an orphaned daughter
A life of perfect order!
A strange and perfect water!
A life of perfect order!
A strange and perfect water!
A life! A strange!
A life! A strange!