Cross a wide canal in your dreams
Reach the other side and pass over again
And the murky underneath
Shall start to come out
We're the people that stay underneath
A-ha my stomach folds and folds again
And turns into a wreath
Cross a wide canal in your dreams
We're interested in ambience
The pattern it makes
A gently moving lattice
The king of your mind
We're interested in knowing your kind
And waking's not enough when you're evading amnesia
We're interested in time: the hours that you keep
We're interested in all that is sublime
And those that never draw but cross the line
Move a little, turn a little, show us how little you are
Move a little, turn a little, show us how little you are
Make amends
Make a mess on the floor
In a gently waking moment
