Perfect Water Lyric Blue Oyster Cult Don't Fear The Reaper:

Perfect water - the dark wind braids the waves.
The crazed birds raid the
trees. Is this our destiny?
To join our hands at sea - and slowly sink, and
slowly think:
This is perfect water, passing over me.

Do you know
Jacques Cousteau when they said on the radio
That he hears bells in random
order, deep beneath the perfect water?
Love! That is frightening, but still
so inviting.
To drown inside a sound that lay so far underground.
And to
think... And to think:
This is perfect water, passing over me.

To flow
inside the spiral tide;
To drown my eyes like a blind ride.
And to cross
the perils of black water -
It waits for me like mother and daughter.
A
life of perfect order! A strange and perfect water!
A life of perfect order!
A strange and perfect water!

Perfect water. I dream this dream within the
deep and warm Gulf Stream.
Where two blocks of ice melt into my hands like
dice,
And I roll seven on the floor of the sea!
And I roll seven on the
floor of the sea!
And I feel the perfect water, washing over me.

To
flow inside the spiral tide;
To drown my eyes like a blind ride.
And to
cross the perils of black water -
It waits for me like mother and
daughter.
A life of perfect order! A strange and perfect water!
A life of
perfect order! A strange and perfect water!
A life! A strange!
A life! A
strange!

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