Where the rain gets in.

My voice may not be loud

but it certainly carries far

A single note carries forth

Into the cavern

Out of the same mouth

I sing love and spite

Think less and live more

For this we are sure

Do you remember the faces

And how they melded together as one

And how he used to part the air with his tongue

And how the words used to flow endlessly

Into, from, down, around (a paper cup) 

To psychedelic dreams

And we will follow you to the depths of the aquamarine,

In a brilliantly-coloured yellow submarine.