Whoever Brought Me Here Must Take Me Home

I was driven to the water by thirst.
I drank the moon's reflection until the sun burst, and I lost all sense of direction.

A flower grows in the silence.
My tongue will become that flower.
Its scent will engorge my sense of falling from some tower.

I was carried by the ocean foam to this crooked pleasure dome.
Whoever brought me here must take me home.

The wind blows leaves on my house and sends a sailboat on its way.
The white sea dragon is aroused as the sailboat leaves Black Diamond Bay.

My body is a navigating device to calculate the spirit
As it sails toward paradise, it sinks when I get near it.

I was carried by the ocean foam to this crooked pleasure dome.
Whoever brought me here must take me home.

Be melting snow, washing yourself of all you've known.
Whoever brought me here must take me home.

There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the creatures of the ocean.
But why adore your nemesis for what you have become?

I was carried by the ocean foam to this crooked pleasure dome.
Whoever brought me here must take me home.

El Moro

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