Passing by the lake
One would see him wildly
Waving arms:
Or with a vacant stare
Sitting on his haunches--
What a sight...
What a sight...
What a sight...

He's such a grim grotesque
Dancing...
Dancing there in the moonlight
Or in turn crying out his eyes

He speaks to the water...

Another poor damned soul
Or is it
Who loved the hill and the cloud
As he tried to capture a moon in his trembling embrace

He talks to the water...

Ripe is the time. I immerse
Adam's ale or devil's brew
As the water breaks
Taking me back inside

Brought up to code
I'll be cleansed
Of the filth that I've become
As the waters break
Taking me back inside

Going under...

"Fu I loved the high cloud and the hill
Alas, he died of alcohol
And Li Po also died drunk
He tried to embrace a moon
In the Yellow River."

Ripe is the time. I immerse--
Adam's ale or devil's brew
As the water breaks
Taking me back inside

Brought up to code
I'll be cleansed
Of the filth that I've become
As the waters break
Taking me back inside

Going under...