Well Benjamin

  Well, Be-------------------------njamin,

  You crashed your plane again - a beautiful tailspin.

  It was going to happen soon enough, the only question was when?

  Because I could smell the flames, sleeping on your skin.

Chorus

  I just want to crash into that same cold sea.

Verse 2

On an airport USA Today, in a dark black ballpoint pen,
You write 'these people are like skeletons wrapped up in perfumed skin.'
And it's such a stupid sentiment, but write it once again.
Let your anger fill the margins, and I'll kiss your shaking hand.

Chorus

Because I love you for the things you see,
And I don't mind if you see me,
With my wrinkled hands and glazed eyes, as obscene.
And you're right in ways that you don't know,
And you're untouched by the undertow.
All that speed and anger burns your body clean.
And I love you for the things you feel
So thoroughly that they turn real,
As the sea comes rushing toward us, deep and cold.
And your rowmate, this nonentity,
As the screams and salt sea smother me,
Will reach out a wrinkled hand for you to hold.

Outro

  And where you're going, down there, I don't know.