I don't want to stay Oh yeah can you see them? Out on the porch Ah, but they don't wave wave Round the front way, yeah And I know and I know On a porch a letter sat

Plastic bag in the sea Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling Plastic form dead things, it is now

If we can sing with the wind song Chant with thunder Play upon the lightning Waves can't break without rocks that dissolve into sand We can't dance without seasons upon which to stand Eden is a state of rhythm like the sea Is a timeless change Turn your

I wanna stay right here all night, baby Hold me, trust me Lost in your light, baby Let's get lost in the light, baby Over and over Waves of running feelings Floating weightless, I'm willing My will keeps bending and breaking

Oh, looks like the end again Her body bleaching out into the waves It's still the loudest thing Oh, I wish I had all my friends Into oblivion But that's not your fault They found him in the gutter at the business end of another Friday night Someone who'd

These lights were waves that spilled through my space, (In the plains.) Where no one knows if they'll ever need again. (I want to.) Just swallow us up like them bread baked gums Now I remain glowing at the ends I remain glowing at the ends It's because

To talk to God Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs

I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance madame with you I'm like an ocean wave wave that's bumped on the shore I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor When you dance, you're charming and you're gentle I know that music lead the way to romance My heart

It's a livin' thing It's a terrible thing to lose And you, and your sweet desire It's a given thing What a terrible thing to lose You took me higher and higher, baby Sailin' away on the crest of a wave wave It's like magic Oh, rollin' and ridin' and slippin'

You can still see the sight On a winter's night Of his wake in the light of the moon If the wind turns right If you don't take fright You can smell that French perfume From Fortune he did sail He rode the waves from St. Pierre It's of a bold young