| I lie below, you float above
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| In the pretty white ships that I’ve been dreaming of
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| And I’d like to swim beside you
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| Getting dizzy in your wake
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| Getting close enough to touch you
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| Getting brave enough to take you into my arms
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| And bring you down to be with me
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| But I can’t do that thing anymore
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| I can’t be the thing I was before
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| Maybe I am better off alone
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| Because I crush everything
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| And I crush everything
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| And I crush everything
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| My body’s strong, my will is weak
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| I got pretty nice arms, but I hate my beak
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| And the dolphins are all phonies
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| They seem nice enough at first
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| But they pretend to be your friend
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| Until they see you at your worst and then they leave you
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| Without a word they swim away
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| So I can’t do that thing anymore
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| I can’t be the thing I was before
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| Maybe I am better off alone
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| Because I crush everything
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| And I crush everything
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| And I crush everything
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| And everything I want I take
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| And everything I love I break
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| Every night I lie awake
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| Did the stars come out? |
| Did the world spin round?
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| Does it matter that much when you’re ten miles down?
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| In the light that filters down
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| Into my giant yellow eye
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| I can see the sails unfolding
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| Stretching white against the sky and I forgive them
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| I forgive and I let go
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| Cause I can’t do that thing anymore
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| I can’t be the thing I was before
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| Maybe I am better off alone
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| Because I crush everything
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| And I crush everything
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| And I crush everything
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| I lie below, you float above
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| In the pretty white ships that I am dreaming of |