[VERSE 1] I woke one morning, fish-born, dream-worn, A great ugly fish by the grey sea forlorn. My hands had gone fins, my face had gone strange, And the man in the mirror had vanished away. I knew not my name, I knew not my shore, So northward I wandered where no ships would go. Through icewater, nightwater, cold as the grave, I followed the white line I left as a wake. [VERSE 2] Wakeward, wakeward, I wandered alone, Through a white world of water and stone. The daylight grew thin and the blue turned to black, But something was coming and following my track. A shadow, a shade, at the edge of the blue, Always behind me, whatever I do. I stopped and it stopped, I fled and it flew, A dark little dream with my footsteps in view. [CHORUS] Wake, wake, wake — I leave my wake where the white seas break. Wake, wake, wake — Something is coming in the wake I make. Sea-see, dreamstream, Northward through the never-night. Uglyfish, wakewish, Swimming where the wrong dreams bite. [INTERLUDE] Caligary? Caligari? Frankenstain? Frankenstein? A man from a picture, A monster from mine. Who follows the fish through the frost and the foam? Who follows my wake when I cannot go home? [VERSE 3] I called to the shadow, it answered my name, But sounded like someone who had never been named. I asked, “Are you Caligary?” It answered, “Perhaps.” I asked, “Are you Frankenstain?” It laughed in the dark. Then something awakened beneath the white sea, A dream that was dreaming the dream inside me. One dream in a dream in a dream without end, A room with no doorway, a road with no bend. I swam through the walls of the sleep I was in, I woke from the waking and woke once again. But every new waking returned me to where The great ugly fish first opened its stare. [CHORUS] Wake, wake, wake — I leave my wake where the white seas break. Wake, wake, wake — Something is coming in the wake I make. Sea-see, dreamstream, Northward through the never-night. Uglyfish, wakewish, Swimming where the wrong dreams bite. [OUTRO] The shadow was me, or the me I had lost. The wake was a road, and the road was the cost. I followed my wake to the edge of the sea. I followed the shadow that followed me. Wakeward, wakeward, the white waters run. Nightward, dreamward, away from the sun. I opened my eyes— and the sea was awake. I opened my mouth— and the sea spoke my name. I woke one morning, fish-born, dream-worn, and left my wake to follow me home.
