Cicadas and gulls
They scrape on the hull
The land and the sea

They're distant from me

I'm in the sky, sky, sky

I'm in the sky

Thoughts are like pearls

And flags are unfurled
When we're in the dark
I'll ride you back the ark


Because you might, might, might
Because you might


Maps can be posed
With you on your own

And distance is braille
And all that entails


I'm in the sky, sky, sky
I'm in the sky
I'm in the sky


As deep as a page
As high as a stage

As full as a room
When we're in the spoon