fishing

Sun is rising on an early morning
we are going fishing in our rowing boat.
I’m still sleepy and I burst into yawning, and then
stroke my fingers through the water as we float.

Fish sings please,
don’t eat me
I have a bad disease, I taste no good
but we know
that fish is just a liar and good food.

We are listening to the silly sound of seagulls
as our breakfast’s growing in our fishing net.
If you fell into the water I would save you, because
I’m not scared and don’t care if my clothes get wet.

I sing love
you're pretty
like daffodils in springtime and you rock
but you get
embarrassed by my singing so I stop.

See the sky from down here
all them clouds won't appear
and your eyes I admit
makes me die quite a bit,
but you get
embarrassed when I sing so I shut up.

Now the fish is dead and buried in our bodies
we are resting on the floor inside our boat.
And our oars are gliding down into the water
and we’re drifting on the sea without a goal.

We don’t care
we’re lovers,
we got up really early, and we rock
and we know
whenever we hit land the boat will stop.

And I feel
how Fishie
is turning in to iron in my veins
and I wish to
just drift away all day along with you
with you
with you