Wave and Water

And the wave in the water washed my wounds
 And the water in the wave bathed all my wounds
 And the sweep of the sands was sandy brooms
 And the songs of my soul were words with tunes
 And the soles of my feet were pitted prunes
 See a piece of the root oozing more blooms
 This is how my garden grows and blooms, blooms, blooms
 I know that they're running
 You see that I'm pussing
 I know that it's something
 Unfortunately
 And the best of the rest walk along the dunes
 And the rest of the blest rest in afternoons
 Ah the ocean breeze flesh and blood perfumes
 And the high of the tide lifts up new moons
 And the low of my pride in amazement swoons
 And my love for you all else consumes
 Still the hope in heaven is for many rooms, rooms, rooms
 I know that I'm rubbing
 You say that I'm cussing
 I feel that it's numbing
 To say that
 So fortunately
 And the wave and the water washed my
 And the water in the wave bathed all my
 And the wave and the water washed my
 And the water in the wave bathed all my
 ...
 I know that they're running
 You see that I'm pussing
 I know that it's something
 I know that I'm rubbing
 You say that I'm cussing
 I feel that it's numbing
 You hear that that's drumming
 I feel that I'm buzzing
 I know that's nothing
 I know that they're running
 You see that I'm pussing
 I know that it's something
 Unfortunately