In such a frame of mind The image of sea waves obsesses my retina And the shifting consistency of the hot sand Accelerates the peripheral circulation of my thoughts. The amalgamated letters no longer scream in my ears. Heated blood no longer boils in passions. [interlude: instrumental] And I keep walking on the shore and I come upon shipwrecks... and I keep walking. And I keep walking on the bank and I come upon fish skeletons... and I keep walking. And I keep walking on the sand and I wound my soles on shells and pearls... and I keep walking because I know I must meet myself somewhere at an end of the sea. [SILENCE] And I keep walking! [End]
