There's gonna come a day when you'll feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
You've seen your fair share of neat waterworks in your time, but little compares to the glorious waterfall that crashes through the cave. Your appreciative whistle is nearly drowned beneath the torrential roar, wide brown eyes bright with admiration and just a little respectful fear. "Wow," you echo Vai eloquently, "It's really somethin', ain't it?"
Still admiring the waterfall, you don't realize she's stripping down until her warm voice reaches you, and then you find the falls forgotten in favor of an altogether more entrancing view. Raising an eyebrow at the suggestion that you might need a head start, you affect a deeply wounded expression. "I resent t'implication that I ain't a champio- oof!"
Her shirt cuts off any further protest, striking your face and falling away to reveal a bright grin. With the speed and talent of someone who grew up on a beach you swiftly follow suit, stripping down until all you have is your oil-slicked bag, the lily tucked safely within.
"Fucking fuck a fuckery fucker fucked!" The water is cold, and your string of expletives should be evidence of how you feel about that. Sucking in a breath you bite the bullet and dive, the bag wrapped around your waist as you set off after her through the frigid water and underneath the falls.
Still admiring the waterfall, you don't realize she's stripping down until her warm voice reaches you, and then you find the falls forgotten in favor of an altogether more entrancing view. Raising an eyebrow at the suggestion that you might need a head start, you affect a deeply wounded expression. "I resent t'implication that I ain't a champio- oof!"
Her shirt cuts off any further protest, striking your face and falling away to reveal a bright grin. With the speed and talent of someone who grew up on a beach you swiftly follow suit, stripping down until all you have is your oil-slicked bag, the lily tucked safely within.
"Fucking fuck a fuckery fucker fucked!" The water is cold, and your string of expletives should be evidence of how you feel about that. Sucking in a breath you bite the bullet and dive, the bag wrapped around your waist as you set off after her through the frigid water and underneath the falls.
And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
zephyr
