The Pearl

I'll meet you round the middle

A soft and tender line

I need you round the middle

I'm not a broken boy

I come from nothing

Another golden brother

Another hopeless son

Go sailing towards the sine wave

And sailing towards the pearl

That told you how

And serve it on high

And say it won't go

I'll leave my lights on

My lights on

I'm growing round the middle

We'll grow up with the tide

I'll come apart in pieces

Return with twice this life

And shape you