Sittin on the beach in Sante Teresanwith my old friend St. PeternHe reached out his hand and peeled back the night skynHe pulled it aside like a black velvet curtainnThat was studed with tiny little diamondsnHe said come let's go and take a look outsidenFloatin on the foam an angel appearednin the form of a waveand whispered,nWe're the wave rollin in to the shore we're alivenBut when it crashes there's an under townthat's just as strong as the currentnAnd your journey continues with the ebbin tidennJojo stokes the fire with the flute in his handnI picked up my scattered thoughts i had strewn about the sandnAnd Mesqolito had desended in the spirit of a dognAnd led me off into the jungle fading in the fognwas coming from the breath of serpant all aroundnunseen but clearly heardnI spin and fall and laugh and cry i hung on every wordnHe said i'm the left hand of godnand i'm much harder to understandnWhile the right hand will coddle you like a childni will push you to be a mannAnd all of the troubles in the world will fall upon my namenBut if you drown in that mighty oceannthe ocean's not to blamenn[the leviathan is coming]nnSittin on the beach in Sante Teresanwith my old friend St. PeternHe reached out his hand and peeled back the night skynHe pulled it aside like a black velvet curtainnThat was studed with tiny little diamondsnHe said come let's go and take a look outside