my bed was floating in the ocean
a swarming jellyfish pulled us over the surface
the sun, the sun was crying diamonds
for every broken masthead
and scotch-taped sail that passed us by

we hung on, hung on, two orphan monkeys
and all we said and all that we did
left me feeling like a little kid

confuse confusion boats bumping
against against slowly bleeding wanting eels
and if you dream of dolphins
of tattooed fish in milky seas
and if you dream of levitating
there is a word you should be saying to me