Hey
I traced a fickle shoreline
Brittle in its beauty
Brutal in its grace
And I came back again that night
To pull the threads I found
I wove them into mine
Armed
With scalpel and my best sieve
Trawled through piles of what ifs
I grabbed them one by one
Then I shook them round and round
The favour was returned
Obliging as they are
Hey, what's going on?
A wave, farewell, a so-long song
The view is all wrong
Hey, what's going on?
The water takes much more than just the shape it surrounds
Shapeless where I'm standing
Firmly on the ground
Hey
Pressed against my eyelids
Impressionistic patterns
A goddamn Claude Monet
And he would call it something dumb
'A Still Life with a View'
Or 'Bubbles on her Blue'
Hey
A venemous procession
Ugly and indifferent
Barren in its verse
And what would Whitman have to say?
'O joy of suffering!'
Well I think he was a fraud
Hey, what's going on?
A wave, farewell, a so-long song
The view is all wrong
Hey, what's going on?
The water takes much more than just the shape it surrounds
Shapeless where I'm standing
Firmly on the ground
