Black Wave

This goose is cooked, these tongues are tied

Around the block and airborne blind

But looking on the brighter side

There's far less to which I'd be obliged

In the meadow where the black breeze blows

Where underneath the waves, you were most alone

Can you hear a subtle, aching tone?

Through the water, through the earth, trimmed up bone

Looking on the brighter side

Looking on the brighter side

Looking on the brighter side

Looking on the brighter side