The Sea of Cortez

When the motor stops, I can't sleep

There's nothing so quiet as a boat under anchor

And the black amnesias in heaven

Are lighting the Sea of CortezAll the wishing sounds and kissing sounds

Are all missing sound in a boat alone

Without a spring after winter and a fall over summer

Is there anyone else alive outside?So vulgar to send these brakes to the bend

On the empty blue side of the moon

Where you broke your body, you kept on wandering

And I'm still listening but your still drowningYou broke your body before I could get to you

The dew soaks the deck like the breeze hits your neck

And it's morning when your hair finds your eyes

Mourning eyes, California can't see the sun rise