Sometimes I need to see the ocean
Taste the salt air and feel the motion
Of the waves and the wind
And the world spinning round
When the chaos is too much
The ocean’s where I’ll be found

If I could take a magic potion
Cast a spell or give devotion
Granted any of the powers
That may possibly be
I would quite ecstatically
Transform to a bird of the sea

I lay here
A color filemot
A gamin
Resting
Until the next town

I'm not some gangrel
Just a gentleman of fortune
In an old man

I'm the flesh of cicatrix
And have a poor bordereau

Traveling through the cities
Looking low over the steering wheel

They say I'm ineffectual
Yet I'm industrial
With a full house

I was chased away
From the inerrable
Venal tribes
Because of my mouth

Every town
Another girl
From the vault of heaven
Drops down

And I leave the table
With a broken heart
For the last time