There are plenty of fish in the sea
That's what they've always told me

Well I've seen those fish
Dark and menacing
Moving through the current
Like a machine
No grace and no style
Their colors bland and murky
Nothing like you

The fish I've been searching for
One of beauty and careful grace
You swim through the deep
Like a ballerinas tear

Each of your scales
A different shade of the sky
From the fires of the set
To the morning blue

There are plenty of fish in the sea
Is what they've always told me
But the only fish for me
Is you