following the line of the tide reclining   living on the fat of the sweet sun shining   drawing on the times aligning   walking on the long horizon   there's a little black spot in the sky with diamonds   living off the fat of the sweet sun shining   drawn upon the times colliding   walking on the wide horizon      never never never never never   never never never never never   never      the number on the back of the sign is rising   the gamelan attack of the trines aligning   chance will leave the sky bedizened   sliding on the wide horizon   never is the start of a clever lying   staring at the black of the blind spot hiding   the universe's private bower   these are none but shining hours