Octopus

The octopus has three hearts, it lives in caves below the sea

Or in a beer can or a bath tub or a puddle on the street

Any fisherman can tell you when an octopus waves its arms

It hypnotizes schools of fish, all movement stops for miles

Even the waves stand still, all the witnesses have sworn

And it’s impossible to resist the urge to jump overboard

That’s why I know I shouldn’t go on a seashore holiday

But I know that no one has to know if I take an evening stroll

Down to the end of the wooden pier where the water’s deep and cold

For if I should see an octopus lift its arms out of the sea

Or see its shadow rising up across the rooftops above the street

I’d follow those dancing limbs to the spinning edge of the sky

Where all the boats fall off the world into the octopus’s eye

That’s why I know I shouldn’t go on a cruise across the sea

But I know that no one has to know if I take an evening stroll

Down to the end of the wooden pier where the water’s deep and cold