BOY

a pale blue day rising
as I'm sailing away from the scene of the crime
just a few more miles and
we're strangers again

no traces behind me
yeah the water will sweep away the blood and the gold
I wait for big waves to find me
and hope afloat we hold

such a shimmering misfortune
such a dark kind of bliss
I cry rivers or oceans
till I get over it
such a shimmering misfortune
such a dark kind of bliss
I cry rivers or oceans
...

no ship wreck sensation
(...)
as if the shore wasn't shaking
well let's run back one more time
and if I dive deep down will I find the spark
will I come up with what I thought was lost
will I breathe easily
will I retrieve what was mine

such a shimmering misfortune
such a dark kind of bliss
I cry rivers or oceans
till I get over it
such a shimmering misfortune
such a dark kind of bliss
I cry rivers or oceans

...

(such a shimmering misfortune)
I cry rivers or oceans
(such a shimmering misfortune)
till I get over it
I cry rivers or oceans
till I get over it
I cry rivers or oceans
will it be rivers or oceans
I cry rivers or oceans
till I get over it
I cry rivers or oceans
...