Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air <br />And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves <br />The echo of a distant tide <br />Comes willowing across the sand <br />And everything is green and submarine <br />And no one showed us to the land <br />And no one knows the wheres or whys <br />But something stirs and <br />Something tries <br />And starts to climb towards the light <br />Strangers passing in the street <br />By chance two separate glances meet <br />And I am you and what I see is me <br />And do I take you by the hand <br />And lead you through the land <br />And help me understand the best I can <br />And no one calls us to the land <br />And no one crosses there alive <br />And no one speaks <br />And no one tries <br />And no one flies around the sun
