Carved from the jaw of a whalenCold white warm violin in your armsnHang notes in my hard linen sailsnPush me back through the eye of a needlennHere's to the girl with the flowers at her necknOne for the girl with the red dress and wide eyesnnBring me a gun in the nightnPlace it gently at my waiting templenClick for the deafening lightnPush me back through the eye of a needlennHere's to the girl with the flowers in her hairnHere's to the girl with the incremental eyesnOne for the girl with the cold and the kleenexnnBack from the water's edgennSit in our perfect blue spacenDeep down under the water beneath usnEverything fades to your facenFish swarm by in the beautiful silentnnHere's to the girl with the flowers on her lipsnHere's to the girl with the devil in her hipsnOne for the girl with the blue coat and suede shoesnnCarved from the jaw of a whalenBack from the water's edge