| You look different every time | |
| You come from the foam - crested brine | |
| It's your skin shining softly in the moonlight | |
| Partly fish, partly porpoise | |
| Partly baby sperm whale | |
| Am I yours? Are you mine to play with? | |
| Joking apart, when you're drunk | |
| You're terrific when you're drunk | |
| I like you mostly late at night, you're quite alright | |
| But I can't understand the different you in the morning | |
| When it's time to play a being human for a while | |
| We smile... we smile... we smile | |
| You'll be different in the spring, I know | |
| You're a seasonal beast | |
| Like the starfish that drift in with the tide, with the tide | |
| So until your blood runs to meet the next fullmoon | |
| Your madness fits in nicely with my own, with my own | |
| Your lunacy fits neatly with my own | |
| My very own | |
| We're not alone |