Write me a letter in lines of overlying planes Send me your new song with postman Mr. Ocean You whisper on my windowsill when it’s raining cats and dogs Tell me where have you been since time your doors had been locked away?
Your gallery’s full of light and hot green tea Your eyes and windows are looking towards sea No news no footsteps your radio keeps silence You made your bee-line somewhere Max to somewhere islands
They say You turned into a whale You’ve sailed So far away