When these mountains were the seashore

when this desert was the ocean floor

we would swim beneath the star filled sky

we were lovely fish alone in the night

before the cities met the heavens

i mean way, way, way back before then

we would sing as if it were a prayer

we were lovely fish who dreamed to dare

before clocks kept track of the time

when day lead gracefully into the night

before two fish who dreamed to fly

created their sadness and new reasons to cry

when these mountains were the seashore

when this desert was the ocean floor

you and i were not born yet

it's too long ago now even to forget

when the blue sky found it's courage

to love and raise and nourish

back when life was simply meant to be

our love and care alone in the sea

before clocks kept track of the time

when day lead gracefully into the night

before two fish that dreamed to fly

got suspicious of a miracle

and asked themselves why

when we looked up through the water

at time and space and wondered

what it might be like to live up there

to leave our fins and gills for the air

before clocks kept track of the time

before the poems began to rhyme

before two simple fish that learned to cry

got suspicious of their love and asked each other why