When the motor stops, I can't sleep
There's nothing so quiet as a boat under anchor 
And the black amnesias in heaven
Are lighting the Sea of Cortez

All the wishing sounds and kissing sounds 
Are all missing sound in a boat alone 
Without a spring after winter and a fall over summer 
Is there anyone else alive outside?

So vulgar to send these brakes to the bend 
On the empty blue side of the moon 
Where you broke your body, you kept on wandering
And I'm still listening but your still drowning

You broke your body before I could get to you
The dew soaks the deck like the breeze hits your neck
And it's morning when your hair finds your eyes 
Mourning eyes, California can't see the sun rise

We're both fire signs dragging our line's line
Only magic to have a crack in the wire 
And California won't see another Sunday
As the poets say, "The ice will bar the way"