Spoon

She's haunting me, a fish-thing calling my name

On and on and on things will never be the same

Turned my stomach inside out turned blacks to blues

In a different time it could have been you



In the vegetation of the sea

Things don't turn out quite the way

I want them to be



Now I remember things I never said

It came to me while someone shaved my head

Beyond ill houses and the weaker green

Above the cloud blouses and the ocean's dream



In the vegetation of the sea

Things don't turn out quite the way

I want them to be



In the vegetation of the sea

Things don't turn out quite the way

I want them to be



In the vegetation of the sea

Things don't turn out quite the way

I want them to be