[Verse 1]
Backwater
We're sailing at the edges of time
Backwater
We're drifting at the waterline
[Chorus 1]
Oh we're floating in the coastal waters
You and me and the porter's daughters
Ooh what to do not a sausage to do
And the shorter of the porter's daughters
Dips her hand in the deadly waters
Ooh what to do in a tiny canoe
[Verse 2]
Black water
There were six of us but now we are five
We're all talking
To keep the conversation alive
[Chorus 2]
There was a senator from Ecuador
Who talked about a meteor
That crashed on a hill in the south of Peru
And was found by a conquistador
Who took it to the emperor
And he passed it on to a Turkish guru
[Verse 3]
His daughter
Was slated for becoming divine
He taught her
He taught her how to split and define
[Chorus 3]
But if you study the logistics
And heuristics of the mystics
You will find that their minds rarely move in a line
So it's much more realistic
To abandon such ballistics
And resign to be trapped on a leaf in the vine
[Instrumental bridge]
[Verse 1]
Backwater
We're sailing at the edges of time
Backwater
We're drifting at the waterline
[Chorus 1]
Oh we're floating in the coastal waters
You and me and the porter's daughters
Ooh what to do not a sausage to do
And the shorter of the porter's daughters
Dips her hand in the deadly waters
Ooh what to do in a tiny canoe
[Instrumental outro]
