Drunk with fishes and ambition
This night is music and waves
This night but raves about motion
of sound around the pristine hunt
for the mask of just the right measures
for a new listening of an old ballad
For the new hunt for old treasures.
And as the old bridges break
And home is on the other side
You look for the waves to come alive
And like happy fishes jump togather
Forever and ever untill almost never.
But then I see, I don’t need to be
Upon the broken bridge to reach
The other side, and in fact I could
Be the river, that touches every shore,
When in fact I am a fish and a wave
When in fact when the waters soar,
I am also the angry roar.