I am becalmed in virtue   Lost to nothing on a bay of dreams   Warm weather and a holocaust   The tears of God flow as I bleed      Left to die by two good friends   Abandoned me and put to sleep   On a shore where oyster beds   Seem plush as down   And ripe enough for the Luxor dream      Recall the dream of Luxor   How fluids will arrive   As if by call or schedule   Resume through the morning tide      Where entry is by seaweed gate   And plan the plan of dreams   To lose oneself in revere   In all that is and all that seems      So ladies, fish, and gentlemen   Here's my angled dream   To see me in the blue sky bag   And meet me by the sea      The oyster boys are swimming now   To claim me back from the dead   The creatures back from vertigo   They fear to fall but haven't fell   Will reclaim tries and try again      The oyster boys are swimming now   Hear them chatter on the tide   Of the lost and language lost   Hear them chatter on the tide      We understand, we understand   We understand and so do I   We understand, we understand   But fright is real and so am I      So ladies, fish, and gentlemen   Here's my angled dream   To see me in the blue sky bag   And meet me by the sea      The entry to lost vestibule opens on the bay   An instant shape of mercury   Lost and then retained   An instant is an eyelash      Caught on the tide   Imaginos   Below this bay and then besides      The oyster boys are swimming now   One deal is what we made   Forest keys and whirlwind cold   Green keys too and keys of gold      Even locks that won't explode   When the skies become a scroll   Having lost its interest   See that's the deal we made   Just to join the Oyster Cult   The Blue Oyster Cult      We understand, we understand   Blue Oyster Cult