Scanning at the blue bended headland

White flurries scudding

A dark silhouette flashes by in the wet

It is glistening flesh in the deep marine

There is room for make believe out in the ocean

There is room for make believe out on the land

In the wet, in the dream it is flashing then seen

In the deep marine, in the deep marine

Looking to the white framed headland

Green pockets dropping

A bright cockatoo circles up in the breeze

In the realm you can't reach in the deep marine

No-one can make her, no-one can break her down

She is what she is, and no-one can bring her down

Underwater...overland...underwater...overland