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!
