The ocean's aren't filled up with wine
For all we have is water
Who will bring about this wedding
For the groom and daughter?
That's not a halo
It's a lasso since you tell the truth
Gather in a see through glass
The morning dew
Then rise to the heavens on evaporation
To the waters inching up my neck
Sinking with no foothold
Since this beam is not a speck
Want to see what cones
And rods cannot make out?
Please reach down your pail
To here and bail me out
Flying a machine that can't be seen
Because it's cloaked
Begins to lose altitude
The feathers have been soaked
With the water of a life
Made from dead weight
Show your sun behind the clouds
Evaporate

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