Pure Chance

What chance of meeting

So far out here

As if repeating

What's never clear

The verdant meadows

The smoky coil

The air and ether

The boiling soil

I read your novel

The names were switched

I heard you travel

You must be rich

Those distant cities

Are safe and warm

Within their walls

Of chloroform

Home

It's so far away now

Pure chance

It's so far

It's so far away now

My wife was warm

But the water was cold

And she was young

And the ocean was old

There were voices singing from under the sea

As I followed them down I felt them drowning me

What chance of meeting

So long ago

Just for a fleeting...

Ah, well you know

How unintentional

A random whim

Coincidental

A shallow thing

Home

It's so far away now

Pure chance

It's so far

It's so far away now

My wife was soft

The mountain was hard

Her skin was smooth

The rocks were scarred

There were voices singing above in the sky

As I followed them up I was prepared to die