Orphic Morphing Sister, of unstable galaxies
not quite from another planet, not quite the same as me
The oracle speaks electric in the cool night of the soul
there's weird transmissions in the basement
darling wont you take a piece of me home
Are you a poem? I screamed at the Abyss
She says I am a pattern, the sea is my mistress...
How to talk to girls at parties, when they swallow you in the dark
you only kiss the nice ones still end up with the weakest heart
Orphic Morphin Sister, you sure mean a lot to me,
don't know if I'd have made it, I guess we'll wait and see
and wade into the sea.... and wade into the sea...