Won't someone spread the ocean over my head I want to be bathed in sinking fish and sunlight The vivid unknown The magic that disappears when I stumble The cracked sky visible beyond the preparations On the rooftops of the ruins Enclosing the whisperings of struggling downy feathers We are a song On the gray earth Clad in the roar of the scattered light We are a bouquet Plucked wings Words Blown backwards without a breath Scattering beautifully Sea bird In the midst of the ebb and flow A lying star twinkling in the sky Leading us away We row our boat A midnight sea A resonating salty wind and a brightly burning world cover my cheeks In the middle of a whirlpool made of crowded voices I hold your hand and go under the rain of needles In the darkening scenery I play with a falling upside-down heat haze and dance with time On the rooftops of the ruins Enclosing the whisperings of struggling downy feathers We are a song On the gray earth Clad in the roar of the scattered light We are a bouquet Won't someone spread the ocean on our ceiling