If I were you and you were me shah lah lah lah 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 coming from caves With their mouths against the sea I am the singer at the bottom of the well Or I am one of many bathing beauties
And all along the beach You can hear it getting whispered down the line "Song instead of a kiss, baby, this is a song instead of a kiss."
And is that the saddest thing to know? No, it's not the saddest thing to know.
I could see you've made a garden From the flowers growing out of my 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
"Here we see the shovel, here the hanging vine Here is where the heart was, here we see the spine Here is where he'll sing, and here is where you'll stand 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