Shells

What's in your coconut?

Nothing but marbles

Rolling around a shell

Better give them a spillUnder the bright blue sky

Oh, what a pretty highI'll pile 'til that exile

And spill 'til that spirit

Flies back homeWhat's in your low water?

Nothing but turtles

Piling up on their shells

Overcoming themselvesUnder the bright blue sky

Oh, what a fatal highNow, I'll pile 'til that exile

And spill 'til that spirit

Flies back home