[Opening Instrumental]
What the water wants is hurricanes
And sailboats to ride on its back
What the water wants is sun kiss
And land to run in to and back
And I have a fish stone
Burning my elbow
Reminding me to know that I'm glad
And I have a bottle
Filled with my old teeth
They fell out like a tear in the bag
And I have a sister
Somewhere in Detroit
She has black hair and small hands
And I have a kettledrum
I'll hit the earth with you
And I will crochet you a hat
And I have a red kite
I'll put you right in it
I'll show you the sky
What the water wants is hurricanes
And sailboats to ride on its back
What the water wants is sun kiss
And land to run in to and back
And I have a fish stone
Burning my elbow
Reminding me to know that I'm glad
And I have a bottle
Filled with my old teeth
They fell out like a tear in the bag
And I have a sister
Somewhere in Detroit
She has black hair and small hands
And I have a kettledrum
I'll hit the earth with you
And I will crochet you a hat
And I have a red kite
I'll put you right in it
I'll show you the sky
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