Perfect water - the dark wind braids the waves that grays birds
'Ware the tree. Is this our destiny?
To join our hands at sea - and slowly sink, and slowly think
This is perfect water, passing over me

Do you know Jacques Cousteau when they said on the radio
That he hears bells in random order, deep beneath the perfect water?
Love! That is frightening, but still so inviting
To drown inside a sound that lay so far underground
And to think... And to think
This is perfect water, passing over me

To flow inside the spiral tide
To drown my eyes like a blind ride
And to cross the perils of black water
It waits for me like mother and daughter
A life of perfect order! A strange and perfect water!
A life of perfect order! A strange and perfect water!

Perfect water. I dream this dream within my deep and warm gulf stream
Where two blocks of ice melt into my hands like dice
And I roll seven on the floor of the sea!
And I roll seven on the floor of the sea!
And I feel the perfect water, washing over me

To flow inside the spiral tide
To drown my eyes like a blind ride
And to cross the perils of black water
It waits for me like mother and daughter
A life of perfect order! A strange and perfect water!
A life of perfect order! A strange and perfect water!
A life! A strange!
A life! A strange!