Something excites me ’bout you.
Waves spoke among themselves so quietly.
Tell me, is it at the bottom of the sea what I am looking for?
Is it written in letters in bottles?
In the letters written under lanterns of old wrecks?
Tell me, is that you in a white dress, naked on pebble’s beach?
I was at the conception of all the laws of your mind.
Tell me, is that me or is it again a delusion in my head?
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