Orca

I no longer go to 7th street, no In the spring we moved out west I miss the cocktails at the Concorde But every wave must have a crest There is an image that I, I cannot shake The wind blowing through your hair A part of you still moving, but all of you not there I wonder how they think of you now Which picture they've had framed And if it's easier at dinner to not bring up your name Orca, orca, orca There's nothing quite as black and white as you Of course there are two oceans: the shallow and the true The one outside the window, and the one inside of you Such eyes you had, not colour But space to see the truth I think I knew that you were dying I just didn't want the proof Orca, orca, orca There's nothing quite as black and white as you Orca, orca, orca There's nothing quite as black and white as you You were dressed in your shirt With your back to the wall Like you'd made up your mind Like you knew We all make our own way into blue We all make our own way into blue There's nothing quite as black and white as you I wonder if you feel that too There's nothing quite as black and white as you We all make our own way into blue Orca, orca, orca, orca You were dressed in your shirt With your back to the wall Like you'd made up your mind Like you knew We all make our own way into blue We all make our own way into blue We all make our own way into blue We all make our own way into blue