Gone for a week
Gone for a day
Gone through the seas
And now the sun cooled ...
Photos, chocolate colored roses
Out of the coats
And out of our hats
Out of the wool flying socks that
Bruised out cheeky bodies
Fingers dying our beat over the rockshedd sand
Unpack your bags
Tie up your swimming cap
And go with the creatures of ...
Gather the moss
Gather the sea
Gather the monsters underneath me
Put them your pockets
Buried deep but not forgotten
Caught in the drift
Caught in the tide
Fooled by ... and silver life lines
Dear, dear, promiscuous, see what's behind you
After the walk
After the catch
After we make the bronkfish wrestle
Find the strings to your Sunship
Under the wave
Under the shake
Under the deep ...
Oh, pretty creatures, we will sway
I look at dark
Left open for the wind to blow
On my pillow and back