mayfly   our feet in the water   nothing can stir her   we stay dry   their only some words are   to disarm your sword hand   if ever we link hands   divided we stand   as if we were right or unright   sometimes it's just a slow life      mayfly   sometimes i hide here   under the sea foam   a slow life   passes me by like   a runaway train might   forever we lap sand   provided we stand   as if we were right or unright   sometimes it's just a slow life