Whale Song (Song Instead Of A Kiss) - Moonface, Spencer Krug

If I were you and you were me

You could see it’s more than just a whale song

More than random flowers bursting from my mouth

More than shit whispered into the crook of my arm

And not unlike the the murmurings coming from caves

With their mouths against the sea

I am the singer at the bottom of the well

Or I am one of many bathing beauties

And all along the beach

You can hear it getting whispered down the line

«Song instead of a kiss, baby, this is a song instead of a kiss.»

And is that the saddest thing to know?

No, it’s not the saddest thing to know.

I could see you’ve made a garden

From the flowers growing out of my remains

And I would say it’s not the way I would have had them

But I would also say that it will work just the same

«Here we see the shovel, here the hanging vine

Here is where the heart was, here we see the spine

Here is where he’ll sing, and here is where you’ll stand

Here we see the path from where your other lovers ran

Here we see the pond — It’s where the whale will stay

Wondering what happened to freedom, and grace

There will be a whole entire garden at the end of this

There will be a song, instead of a kiss»