[Spoken Intro]

[Marty] The gondolas, sometimes they sleep. But othertimes they swim.

[Ann Carlberger] And you?

[Marty] Me?



The sudden rush and temptation

Of drizzle on my window

To go out and swim in the streets

With you

To turn the world into Venice

To let the water shrink me

Let me float in my umbrella boat

With you



I can see the rain clouds emptying

Little needles leaning to the left

Of you

And high they fly like burst balloons

Running to the moon

For an airless rest

With you



I'll slip on the deck of the fishing trawler

Wearing comical yellow

There's fishtails going off like mousetraps

Nets so many holes yet prisons

Me just in it simply for

The water



The faces of mountains

Cut with white blood

Stampeding stallions of foam

For you

To hoof shaped pools

The sparkle of imaginary jewels



That the magician that the

Sun is creates