if ever you should die I know I'd shave my headnits not a morbid thought, I mean it out of lovenncome back daddyncome back to the bitter endncome back daddynhands, tooth, coats, and vitaminsnnif ever the sea claims the cities on the coastnbefore the last bridge blows I know I will proposenncome back babynarmed with paddles in your handsncome back babyncome back to the bitter endnnthe soil on the spade will be my love in hernthe cellphone satellites will hurl to the earthnto the earthnnbut in the moon nthere is half of our shadow onnfrom in the womb nthere are strange sounds on the water frontnand it takes a month nto lose it allnncome back babyncome back to the bitter endncome back everything that caught up in the plansnncome back babyncome back to the bitter endncome back everything that puts salt in the sand