Shpongle
The Aquatic Garden of Extra-Celestial Delights
I'm on the borders between delights
I feel my heart streams blood down on us
Blood's always, still, behind it all
The softest cushion for our fall
Our topple, our tumble, our spiral from grace
We're held together, yet out of place
Beyond the veil lies a frequency
Suggesting a wisp of sweet ecstasy