The Microphones
The Water is Wide
The water is wide
The ship is slow
Of all the watery bodies
I've only known my own
Its feet are wet
So the rest is cold
The night fires burn low
On my shaded globe
On a frozen sea
On a mountain road
I picture your love
In a graceful glow
You are distant, love
But there I go
I want to slide you up under my T-shirt
I want to wrap your army of arms around me like feelers
I want to feel your softness on my clammy stomach
And sweaty, have your stray hairs on my tongue
And young, rise up like warm buns
And young, rise up, rise like suns
And invisible, I could take you into my lungs
And invisible, I could take you in through my songs
You're a warming wind from a distant sun
You're a warming wind from a distant sun
I'm an iceberg and I'll melt and out I'll run