the clouds are gathering in the sky above i know this one s gonna hurt my love birds are shouting through the mangrove trees they know the difference between a storm and breeze i too have felt this once before i hear that pounding and it s at my door outside it s boiling but the water is cold all signs point to that i m getting old the waves are rising and i take that dive to hold a breath is not to be alive i felt it then i feel it now i know its coming but i don t know how it s taking us apart this helicase of love we re nothing but post modern art what were we thinking of this is how it has to be this is how it has to be this is how it has to be i m constructing but i shouldn t be my blood is boiling and the callus is hot my veins are twisting in a sailor s knot my thalamus is growing down into my tongue and all i taste is pain in every kiss and song i know this story and i know it well the cracks are showing in my pearly shell outside i m shaking and i feel them chills there go both of my achilles heels i fall down naked waiting for the storm my arms are open waiting to transform the birds go flying i hear them cry i know it s coming but i don t know why it s taking us apart this helicase of love we re nothing but post modern art what were we thinking of this is how it has to be this is how it has to be this is how it has to be this is how it has to be this is how it has to be this is how it has to be this is how it has to be this is how it has to be this is how it has to be this is how it has to be