I love singing under water
where no one can hear me scream
and I hear around me, they all hum along
the birds and the bees and all those bubbles!
And sometimes I dive all the way to the bottom
to converse with ol' Yorick's skull
But your jests and gambols give me no more humor
for you broke my heart quite long ago.
"Now get you to my lady's chamber!"
He would say to me when she weren't home
And every vow and promise to wed
is burned beneath a fire in the bed!
But that's all ashes, and I'm all soaked
in blood and fruit juice and dark chocolate
and all women need are a really hot bath
and all men need are a really cold shower
But during the day the sun is burning
and during the night I can't see the moon
And it is always windy, and always cloudy
Only under water does the weather stay the same
The temperature though, that's a different story.
But I dive in nevertheless to the underwater graveyard
I love to coast the bottom with stingrays and philosophers
Letting my stomach graze the sand, and eating sea-stars
Chasing shrimp and dreaming of flippers and dancing
Letting my fingers wrinkle and all the air go out
After a last giggle, the bubbles flutter to the surface
Leaving me to finally fall asleep in the solid, wet, darkness.
