Black Wave

This goose is cooked, these tongues are tied Around the block, an airborne blight But looking on the brighter side There's far less to which I'd be obliged In the meadow where the black breeze blows Where underneath the waves, you were most alone Can you hear a subtle, aching tone? Through the water, through the Earth, trimmed up bone Looking on the brighter side Looking on the brighter side Looking on the brighter side Looking on the brighter side