(Ever had that out-of-the-body feeling, like a goldfish
in a bowl,
looking out in wonder on an
Not a pink or ocean green, pearl or blue marine
But a
goldfish bowl on my head.
There's something very fishy going on
Straight lines are waving into smiles across my brow
My thoughts are
floating free-style but I couldn't tell you how
I'm swimming through the
deepest blue. Am I here now?
Yes, there's something very-fishy going on.
I've got a goldfish bowl on my head, a goldfish bowl on my head
Not a
scarf, nor a hat, not a beret, nor a cap
But a goldfish bowl on my head
Not a pink or ocean green, pearl or blue marine
But a goldfish bowl on
my head.
The water's turned a little cloudy here
I could have
sworn I saw him slowly sailing down my hall
And his eyes ashine drowned into
mine - I think I'm going to fall
Or melt into, or swim right through, that
undulating wall
Yes, the water's turned a little cloudy here.
I've got
a goldfish bowl on my head, a goldfish bowl on my head
Not a breakfast nor a
fruit, salad nor a soup
But a goldfish bowl on my head
Not a scarf, nor
a hat, not a beret, nor a cap
Not a pink or ocean green, pearl or blue
marine
But a goldfish bowl on my head
I'm sure I've reached the surface of the sky
I feel so
light I think I might have drifted out to sea
Or else I'm swinging in some
starry underwater tree
Never in a million tides could he be holding me -
Yes, I'm sure I've reached the surface of the sky.
I've got a goldfish
bowl on my head, a goldfish bowl on my head
Not an angel nor a ray, not a
cuttle nor a cray
But a goldfish bowl on my head
Not a breakfast, nor a fruit, salad nor a soup etc…
I'm losing words to static on the wind
Across the white and wavy noise
I thought I heard “I love you”
When Hydro-powered currents sparked
off thunderbolts above you
That struck my ears and interfered with my
reception of you
Yes, I'm losing words to static on the wind
I've got a
goldfish bowl on my head, a goldfish bowl on my head
Not a copper, nor a
flint, silver nor a zinc
But a goldfish bowl on my head
Not an angel
nor a ray, cuttle nor a cray etc…
We must have landed on an underwonderworld
Can we see
those floating iridescent chandeliers
Or hear the singing sea through
silver shells held to our ears
Or feel the fishes wash away our shiny briny
tears?
We must have landed on an underwonderworld
I've got a goldfish
bowl on my head, a goldfish bowl on my head
Not a bubble or balloon, not a
globe and not a moon
But a goldfish bowl on my head
Not a copper, nor a
flint, silver nor a zinc etc…