Water Songtext
von Marty Willson-Piper

The gondolas
Sometimes they sleep
And other times they swim
And you?
Me?

The sudden rush of temptation
Of drizzle on my window
To go out and swim in the streets with you
To turn the world into Venice
To let the water shrink me
Let me float in my umbrella boat with you


I can see the rainclouds up, dear
Little needles leaning to the left of you
And how they fly like burst balloons
Running to the moon
For an airless rest with you

I′ll slip on the deck of the fishing trawler
Wearing carmichael yellow
As fishtails going off like mousetraps
Nets so many holes yet prisons
Me just in it simply for the water

The faces of mountains
Cut with white blood
Stampeding stallions of foam for you
To push at pools
The sparkle of imaginary jewels
That the magician that the sun is creates