I work best when I get some rest Right now I'm in a vulnerable positionRight now I'm in a bar Overlooking the whole wide worldIt's under the Pacific I've never written when I was drunkThis could be terrific And the seabird struggles in the windShe topples the balances againThe lady sitting next to me Is gazing in the eyesOf a stranger sitting next to her Who's mouthing truths and liesHe's actually quite nice I guess He has an honest lookHe doesn't know I've lost my mind Scribbling in his bookAnd the seabird struggles in the wind She topples the balances againConsumed by the evening's masterpiece Completely introvertedFrom here I could stare down eternity Leave alone and not feel desertedI'm tired of interesting faces And the dull ones make me weepDon't ask me what my sign is Instant intimacy runs sheerThe ocean is so bountiful It spreads from coast to coastThe windscale of the whitecaps And the things I love the mostCome wafting up into my lap In the colours of a great sunriseChildren holding cupcakes With paradise in their eyesAnd the seabird struggles in the wind She topples the balances againFour big pelicans just flew by The room got very stillOne of them carried the breath of God Tucked away back in his billI know it was the breath of God It's the same as the secret of lifeHe's carrying it off to the shore of Iran Trade it for an endless droughtAnd the seabird struggles in the wind She topples the balances again