The postman is delivering our letters
Our delicate packages merely thrown over the gate
So harshly you shout
Stop, you yell, Wait
He is carrying arsenic that they don't care about
Nor do you, really, you only want to be
A hero
That is what they will call you
You the hypocrit, your actions in vain
I try to tell them your intentions are untrue
A waste of time, I miss my train

For a while I roam before heading home
Admire the crashing wave the fragile foam
My back to the sea heels hanging over the dock
And below the water waits not a single rock
I teeter back and forth waiting
For that final gust of wind
To send me in

As the sun falls to slumber
O dearest moon!
Climbing over the water
Illuminating the phosphorescent leaves
Gently blown by the breath of her daughter
I fall backward into the shining sea
The hydrogen enveloping everything you see in me
The oxygen enveloping everything you don't
The fish pondering everything you won't

I suppose all tonight
Is perfectly alright