You are drifting, for you have given up on swimming.
There is nothing tied to you, although the red-string maidens are weaving.

You sang with your heart, but there was no one to hear your frequency.
And such is the fate of the loneliest whale of the sea.

And they will never understand the glory of your surrender,
For in their eyes, one is always destined for another.

The acceptance of your fate, they call it misery,
But to you, 'tis only pure, sweet liberty.

A pretty flower
Its fragrance spreads all over
But scents are fleeting

Hey, temptress!
You pretty little thing.
You wrapped around my neck,
Then you began to sing.
You breathed into my mouth,
And I took all of you in.

Hey, crooner!
You sultry seamstress...
My only Eleni Mandell.
You were lulling me to sleep,
So onto my bed, I fell.
And I thought I was in heaven...
Never thought I'd wake up in hell.
And I am never coming back...
This much, I can tell.

Hey, Betty!
You told me...
Everything's gonna be alright.
But my momma's been cryin'...
All day, all night.

****, Betty!
You told me...
You were gonna set things right.
But, everywhere, there's just fire,
And it has set my soul alight.

The tide swells,
Then it recedes.
As it recedes,
It takes away.
It leaves pebbles...
The skeletons of what once were.
The tide swells... and it takes away.