1. PERFECT WATER




Perfect water -
The dark wind braids the waves that grays birds.
Ware the tree. Is this our destiny?
To join our hands at sea - and slowly sink,
And slowly think:
This is perfect water, passing over me.

Do you know Jacques Cousteau when they said on the radio
That he hears bells in random order,
Deep beneath the perfect water?
Love! That is frightening, but still so inviting.
To drown inside a sound that lay so far underground.
And to think... And to think:
This is perfect water, passing over me.

To flow inside the spiral tide;
To drown my eyes like a blind ride.
And to cross the perils of black water -
It waits for me like mother and daughter.

A life of perfect order! A strange and perfect water!
A life of perfect order! A strange and perfect water!

Perfect water.
I dream this dream within my deep and warm gulf stream.
Where two blocks of ice melt into my hands like dice,
And I roll seven on the floor of the sea!
And I roll seven on the floor of the sea!
And I feel the perfect water, washing over me.

To flow inside the spiral tide;
To drown my eyes like a blind ride.
And to cross the perils of black water -
It waits for me like mother and daughter.

A life of perfect order! A strange and perfect water!
A life of perfect order! A strange and perfect water!
A life! A strange!
A life! A strange!








2. SPY IN THE HOUSE




I, I have no church or philosophy.
I've never known or told a joke in sin.
I smoke in bed. I smoke instead.
I know the in's and out's of smoke.

And where there's smoke, there's fire,
The flip side of desire.
And if it's true, it can't be you,
It might as well be me.
A spy in the house of the fire;
A fire in the house of the night.
A white-hot dark-black rendezvous.
I'll see you there tonight!
I'll see you there tonight!

I've never been to Spain nor to Germany.
I'll never know my way around the city of Gorky.
I've made love in halls. I fell in love in malls.
I'd love to love you in the dark.

And when it's dark, it's night, the flip side of delight.
So, if, in fact, it can't be wrong, well, then,
It must be right.
A spy in the house of the fire;
A fire in the house of the night.
A white-hot dark-black rendezvous.
I'll see you there tonight!
I'll see you there tonight!

And when it's dark, it's night, the flip side of delight.
So, if, in fact, it can't be wrong, well,
Then it must be right.
A spy in the house of the fire; a fire in the house of the night.

A white-hot dark-black rendezvous.
I'll see you there tonight!
I'll see you there tonight!
I'll see you there tonight!