Sitting on the sand till down came dream
Like a movie playing in pharaoh's tomb
Taking down your top playing the fool
I processed the attempt to wound me
I creaked out a Spartan laugh,
Like Sparta so wounded and sorry in old age.
And you picked yourself up, nudity demystified
Worse than wounding was me waking
In this bare world becoming stranger now.
There's this memory of days in the grey sea
You don't mean to be specific
But then like every other night you come as dream
There's this wound of the day in the grey sea;
Like the memory of days in the grey sea.