Now the sun sits on my hand
o where are you ?
walking the wind i fly above the shore of the town
to the hills where i can hear
the harbor bells ring slavery
where the fortune teller sighs to me
o i see your woman in the raw
ride a mare of stone and howl
I woke up
while morning built
the world with light,
crossing their hearts,
twelve sailor boys all stood in a ring
round our bed,
and from the grass a dancer rose,
shivering,
oh the sailors pointing
out to sea
and the dancer diving
up the sky
'til we forgot the day