Blue Oyster Cult

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!