E5 D5 What the water wants is hurricanes, Db5 A5 and sailboats to ride on its back E5 D5 What the water wants is sun kiss, Db5 A5 and land to run into and back E5 D5 I have a fish stone burning my elbow, Db5 A5 reminding me to know that I'm glad E5 D5 that I have a bottle filled with my old teeth Db5 A5 They fell out like a tear in the bag
E5 D5 And I have a sister somewhere in Detroit, Db5 A5 She has black hair and small hands E5 D5 And I have a kettledrum, I'll hit the earth with you Db5 A5 And I will crochet you a hat E5 D5 And I have a red kite, I'll put you right in it. Db5 A5