We'd be written out
When water misbehaves?
The sail smiles
That's mostly icing
Come to me with cake
Ballast, ballast, ballast
Come to me nicely
And we'd be lying here
My convex to your concave
As the wind shifts and shifts again
In your pocket
Are you gonna glow in the dark?
Come to me ready and rude
And gently slaps around the mast
Like a couple of question marks
Bring me angel food
Do you like to watch
Are you gonna show me how?
When you come to me
At the end of a sentence
That asks are you ready now?
Do you like waves?
With that soft kinda cake