Goldfish

If you go there, please don't be afraid

Meet me on the healing day

Tell them about the moneymakers

And the big machines

Tell them about the lonesome strangers

On the filthy streets

And the water moves, the water flows

What is made of wood will go up in smoke

And the water moves, the water flows

What is made of love will go to heaven

If you go there, when the sea turns grey

Meet me on the healing day

Tell them about the hazy nights

And the foggy mornings

Tell them about the riverside

And the moonlight stories

And the water moves, the water flows

What is made of wood will go up in smoke

And the water moves, the water flows

What is made of light

At the riverside

We need a little fear

At the riverside

To fight the courage

At the riverside

We need an eagle eye

At the riverside

To find the goldfish