It Is Divine
Robert Pollard
The colorful summer
I still remember
The smell of the chlorine
The diving hairline
It is divine, my child
And it only lasts a second
To study the plants
To hike the trails
Stray out from strange echoes
Collect the lights
Advice from the cows
It is divine...
To polish the pearl
To open the tomb
To piss on the hot street
Like transistor sunman
It is divine...
