pure chance

The Church

What chance of meeting
So far out here
As if repeating
What s never clear

The verdant meadows
The smoky coil
The air and ether
The boiling soil

I read your novel
The names were switched
I heard you travel
You must be rich

Those distant cities
Are safe and warm
Within their walls
Of chloroform

Home
It s so far away now
Pure chance
It s so far
It s so far away now

My wife was warm
But the water was cold
And she was young
And the ocean was old

There were voices singing from under the sea
As I followed them down I felt them drowning me

What chance of meeting
So long ago
Just for a fleeting
Ah, well you know

How unintentional
A random whim
Coincidental
A shallow thing

Home
It s so far away now
Pure chance
It s so far
It s so far away now

My wife was soft
The mountain was hard
Her skin was smooth
The rocks were scarred

There were voices singing above in the sky
As I followed them up I was prepared to die