Just light a light and let it linger
Don’t fall again into the bed
Cast me with your index finger
At least I think that's what you said
I'm running further toward something
Which excites me more than I can say
It's like the cup upon a saucer
It's like a towel made of grains
I'm soaking in the seaside stories
And squeezing out the ***** stains
Washed by rain
Washed by rain