If I were you and you were me, shalalala
You could see it's more than just a whale song
More than random flowers bursting from my mouth
More than shit whispered into the crook of my arm
And not unlike the murmurings, the murmurings coming from caves
With their mouths, their mouths against the sea
I, I, I, I am the singer at the bottom, bottom, of the well
Or I am just one, one of many, bathing beauties
And all along the beach
You can hear, you can hear it getting whispered down the line
Going, "Song instead of a kiss, baby, this is a song instead of a kiss."
And is that, that the saddest thing to know?
Oh, is that, that the saddest thing to know?
You're saying, no, it's not the saddest thing to know
Oh, you say, no, it's not the saddest thing to know
And I could see you've made a garden
From the flowers growing out of my remains, remains, remains
And I would say it's not the way I would have had them
But I would also say that it will work just the same
"And here we see the shovel, and here the hanging vine
Here is where the heart was, and here we see the spine
And here is where he'll sing, and here is where you'll stand
And here we see the path from where your other lovers ran
Here we see the pond - It's where the whale will stay
Wondering what happened to freedom, and grace
There will be a whole entire garden at the end of this
There will be a song, instead of a kiss"
Instead of a kiss
Ooh ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-oohooh-ooh-ooh