The songs of the cool oasis
Have all been sung before.
Some of the few verses
Are all that I'm calling for.

Just an olive tree, or the simplest it could be
To come out like it has before.
Dark inside the brine, it'll surface in time
From down on the ocean floor

The bottom of the three rivers
Each hold a piece of my watch.
Some of the time passing
Is what I want, just that much.

Just a black stone, from the river, where the bones
Are buried without anything more.
Dark inside the well, it'll surface if you tell me
Where it is on the ocean floor.