While New York drowns

While New York drowns...

Will you hold my hand while New York drowns

Soaring away on a eagle's wings

Through the aether

Towards the blood red moon

A thick thighed plushly built goddess dances on the bow of the ship

Her mountain lions watching the stars

Looking for signs that the elder races passed this way

Seeding the stars with life and a hope against the grasping void

And I make love to you and we feel no pain

Dreams of new worlds and places lighting the midnight hours

A sword of stars grasped and placed against your pale skin

And the galaxy turns around on a million year axis

Undone black dreadlocks drift in a wooly cloud

While the child goddess grasps for a leaf among floating forests

Her hands unbound to take hold amongst the swirl of radio signals

But still New York drowns in the greening...