Donald Roeser Perfect water
To join our hands at sea 'Ware the tree. Is this our destiny?
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?
To drown inside a sound that lay so far underground.
Love! That is frightening, but still so inviting.
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.
And I roll seven on the floor of the sea!
Where two blocks of ice melt into my hands like dice,
And I roll seven on the floor of the sea!
To flow inside the spiral tide,
And I feel the perfect water, washing over me. To drown my eyes like a blind ride.
And to cross the perils of black water A life of perfect order! A strange and perfect water!
It waits for me like mother and daughter.
A life of perfect order! A strange and perfect water!
A life! A strange!
A life! A strange! (Instrumental.
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