if i were you and you were me 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 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 