Skindiving

Reach your hands inside this dream

Unzip the skin, release the sleep

Going down, I'm growing wings

Hope I can fly before I hit the ground

I can hear your thoughts arise

From these depths to creamy skies

Drifting down the water's cool

Let the weeds cover you

The silvery storms show nothing here

The surface domes the water's clear

The water's clear

Vyšlo na albech

1993