Tor

I was out on the laguna There I waited for a storm Paddled out too far, and I can’t see anywhere to crash my kayak One mile back, I dropped my oar I recall when I first met you (Ooh, ooh) I know I said this all before Your dark eyes are whirlpools strong enough to give a hurricane your name Your wave and smile knocked me overboard Pilgrim Mayflower Burning gunpowder Loud as cannon fire— She’s sure a boat-stopper Everything bubbles, and it fizzes (Ooh, ooh) I hope we’re not running dry I think I’ll move out to Slap City. Baby, will you come with me? We can just drink these tears we cry I can pretend that I’m Jack Sparrow But Gene Wilder is my captain Neither one of us knows where we will be a year from now Can you help me set up my tent? Coconut water Ticking bell towers Lemonade powder— You’re my sunflower