from the depth of the pacific
and still the world is smoother
than a shiny ball-bearing
so i take a few steps back
distance shows your silloutte
like a sphere is a sphere
have been here all the time
at 7o'clock on a sunday night
and the floors were scrubbed clean
and everybody had a tambourine
so i took a deep breath and became
the white girl with the hair
and you sat right beside me
and through the open window
i think the singing went outside
all the stars not to hide
cuz by the time church let out
and the moon was so beautiful
that the ocean held up a mirror
as we walked home we spoke slowly
like it was taking more time
with your squeaky sandle shoes
from the height of the pacific