Perfect water
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The dark wind braids the waves
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The crazed birds raid the trees
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Is this our destiny?
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To join our hands at sea
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And slowly sink, and slowly think
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This is perfect water, passing over me . . .
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Do you know Jacques Cousteau?
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Well, they said on the radio
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That he hears bells in random order
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Deep breaths beneath the perfect water
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Love that is frightening
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But still so inviting
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To drown inside a sound
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That lay so far underground
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And to think . . . and to think
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This is perfect water passing over me
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Refrain:
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To flow inside the spiral tide
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To drown my eyes like a blind ride
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And to cross the perils of black water
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It waits for me like mother and daughter
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A life of perfect order
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A strange and perfect water
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Perfect water
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I dream this dream within the warm Gulf Stream
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Where two blocks of ice melt into my hands like dice
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And I roll seven on the floor of the sea
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And I feel the perfect water washing over me
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Repeat Refrain
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Perfect Water
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| Jim Carroll |
