Laughter on his breath

The smell of fish clandestine hits

The thief he will aspire

To take the piece that he desires



Contempt for the rest

Know his past and second guess

Still it's on his shirt

The telltale signs with which he flirts



And it's on the radio today

Ringing in your ears it's in the way



He won't be coming out today

From the void into the fray

From a broken egg the storm is born today 



Eyes blind with rage

The deep caress of hell to pay 



She is all the world to all of me

She is fascination clandestine



She is burning now

Brilliant flames from off the bow

He is on the deck

Sailing towards untouched points west



She will return

Deep within our veins

We'll add it to our tab and wash away 



She is now omnipotent to me

Everywhere in all I think and see

And it's on the radio today

Ringing in your ears it's in the way



I wonder what she'd say

But her face is just a memory

And she hasn't got the New York Times to read

If May could see today



If May could speak today

I know just what she's say

To lots of folks you may be a saint

But a death threat still makes you feel faint



If May could speak today

But the worms just eat away

What May was yesterday