Surfacing from Ghosts by visiting aliens

Surfacing.

Always the last to know
It seems our friends know before we know ourselves:
What our body language shows the world....

Always the last to know
The truths inside our tongue-tied mouths
Blind and smitten
Coming up to taste the air

Surfacing
Breathing Silence
Still Expecting
Emptiness
Might Ocean fill
These Lungs again
Before the Words come out right
Can come out right

Lo-o-ove my oxygen
O-o-oh my oxygen
Lo-o-ove my oxygen, my oxygen…
Mmm hhhmm you’re my oxygen, oxygen ..

Always the last to know
The dreams upon our blood-stained hands
Soft the light, staunch the flow
I wonder when these wounds will show
A tell-tale heart all tinged with blue (all with blue)

Surfacing
This love between us
Fragile pearl
Close to bursting
Oxygen
Breathing Silence
Still Expecting Emptiness
Might Ocean fill these Lungs again
Before the Words come out right
Can come out right

Lo-o-ove my oxygen
O-o-oh my oxygen
Lo-o-ove my oxygen, my oxygen…
Mmm hhhmm you’re my oxygen, oxygen ..

Surfacing
This love between us
Fragile pearl
Close to bursting
Oxygen
Breathing Silence
Still Expecting Emptiness
Might Ocean fill these Lungs again
Before the Words come out right
Can come out right

Lo-o-ove my oxygen
O-o-oh my oxygen
Lo-o-ove my oxygen, my oxygen…
Mmm hhhmm you’re my oxygen, oxygen
Mmm hhhmm
You’re my oxygen...
Mmm hhhmm
You’re my oxygen.

© September 1995

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