Like a wavy line
Coming up behind

All young gentle dreams drowning
In life's grief
Can you hang on me?

Don't want to hurt you baby
I only want to help you
I could be good for you

Your name is being called by sacred things
That are not addressed nor listened to
Sometimes they blow trumpets

Only want to help you
Never want to hurt you
I know I could be good for you

Oh my God it's a jungle in here
You've got wild animals loose in here

Want to help you
Never hurt you
Good for you

Hey all you little waves run away