She sleeps near the sea
He sails thoughts on the breeze
Another side of the world
Hears distant, pleasant pleas
What is this feeling? What’s going on?
She rocks my soul and she shakes my song
Sent here from heaven, or fixed up from hell
She spins my heart and knows me so well
Hears around here there are nine
Nine he’d like to get to know
Humpback whale, let’s start the show
Send your song and bend
so low
He looks to the clouds
She sips a drink – thinks, “Wow.
I’ve never been here before
Did I feel that out loud?”
What is he thinking? What’s going on?
I’ve got my own scars, I am all wrong
Sent from the desert, or out of the blue
He must be crazy, or he is confused
Nine he’d like to know
Send your song and bend, so low