Heavenly weight rolling o'er like
Heavy stone
Move in slowly, crush what can't hold on
To its own
A warm wave lapping sand
Brush the hair from your eye
Slight wave of the hand punishes the fly
Slow
Slow
Slowly now
Saturdays are waves
Capture time in your palm
Sundays roll in slowly
Taste the rind on your tongue
Moonlight television
Be it round, or thin, or none
Drawn blood from the source
Of everyone
Slow
Slow
Slowly now
Slow
Slow
Slowly now
Slow
Slow
Slowly now
Slow