gone for a week gone for a day gone through the seas and now the sun cooled photos chocolate colored roses out of the coats and out of our hats out of the wool flying socks that bruised out cheeky bodies fingers dying our beat over the rockshedd sand unpack your bags tie up your swimming cap and go with the creatures of gather the moss gather the sea gather the monsters underneath me put them your pockets buried deep but not forgotten caught in the drift caught in the tide fooled by and silver life lines dear dear promiscuous see what s behind you after the walk after the catch after we make the bronkfish wrestle find the strings to your sunship under the wave under the shake under the deep oh pretty creatures we will sway i look at dark left open for the wind to blow on my pillow and back