I had this dream and in it
I wake up in this small house
Somewhere in the tropics
And it’s very hot and humid
And all these names and faces
Are somehow endlessly moving through me
It’s not that I see them, exactly
I’m not a person in this dream, I’m a place
Yeah, a kind of a, just a place
And I have no eyes, no hands
And all these names and faces just keep
They keep passing throug
And there’s no, no scale. Just a lot of details
Just a slow accumulation of details

I got your letter. Thanks a lot
I've been getting lots of sun. And lots of rest. It's rеally hot
Days, I dive by the wreck. Nights, I swim in thе blue lagoon
I always used to wonder who I'd bring to a desert island

Days, I remember cities. Nights, I dream about a perfect place
Days, I dive by the wreck. Nights, I swim in the blue lagoon

Full fathom five thy father lies. Of his bones are coral made
Those are pearls that were his eyes. Nothing about him fades
But that suffers a sea change. Into something rich and strange
And I alone am left to tell the tale
Call me Ishmael
I got your letter. Thanks a lot
I've been getting lots of sun. It's really hot
I always used to wonder who I'd bring to a desert island
Days, I remember rooms. Nights, I swim in the blue lagoon

I saw a plane today. Flying low over the island
But my mind was somewhere else
And if you ever get this letter. Thinking of you
Love and kisses. Blue Pacific. Signing off