*Robert Wyatt

You look different every time you come
from the foam-crested brine,
it's your skin shining softly in the moonlight.

Partly fish, partly porpoise,
partly baby sperm whale
Am I yours? Are you mine to play with?

Joking apart, when you're drunk you're terrific,
when you're drunk,
I like you mostly late at night,
you're quite alright.

But I can't understand
the different you in the morning
when it's time to play at being human for a while,
¡please smile!

You'll be different in the spring,
I know you're a seasonal beast
like the starfish that drift in
with the tide, with the tide.

So until your blood runs
to meet the next full moon,
you're madness fits in nicely
with my own, with my own.
Your lunacy fits neatly
with my own, my very own...
We're not alone.