The ocean's aren't filled-up with wine For all we have is water Who will bring about this wedding for the groom and daughter? That's not a halo It's a lasso since you tell the truth Gather in a see through glass the morning dew Then rise to the heavens on evaporation To the waters inching up my neck Sinking with no foothold since this beam is not a speck Want to see what cones and rods cannot make out? Please reach down your pail to here and bail me out Flying a machine that can't be seen because it's cloaked Begins to lose altitude The feathers have been soaked With the water of a life made from deadweight Show your sun behind the clouds Evaporate