Pale Things
Lonesome Wyatt
On a boat somewhere, someplace
With a shadow shining down
Waves smashing their arms against us
Pale things calling us
Into the water
So we throw the [?] overboard and wait
A dripping wet kiss we share
As the creatures stare
Leaving something behind somewhere
With the moonlight tumbling down
Water blowing its eyes upon us
Pale things disappearing
Under the water
So we hoist the sails so high and wave
A secretive wink we share
As the breeze takes us home