Adamite

Steve swims in his American way

If he looks for me I’ll be at the Berry’s

Keeping pebbles a company

I can hear them moving is it a sea

Is it him At the Playa Scene we sighed

If soon Mary would send him back I begged

And when he swims I swim dead

Adamite and I having our shut eye

He colanders me a heart made of sand

You’re on your Pelgrim tour in your Mariolatry

And I am worshipping your every movement

You don’t know a thing

2003 and Adriatic is in

So is drowning

Will I see you in your renaissance floating back

Wanna make you think you forgot some thing

You must be here before Berry folds this Palm tree

And I am quiet drowned

Instead of you I am saying hi to your sea bottom sweets

Amnesia is our best friend

So you take a good care of Canada

And I’ll take off this island cos if I am this South

Then it did never do good to you

And when he swims I swim dead

Adamite and I having our shut eye

He colanders me a heart made of sand

Boy maybe I wished to see that tear

But I’m rolling off to extremes to find out

How far you could go with me

And if you look for me I’ll be at the Berry’s

Keeping pebbles a company

I can hear them moving

Is it a sea

Is it you

Is it just me

Sighing