Pure Chance

What chance of meeting So far out here As if repeating What's never clear The verdant meadows The smoky coil The air and ether The boiling soil I read your novel The names were switched I heard you travel You must be rich Those distant cities Are safe and warm Within their walls Of chloroform Home It's so far away now Pure chance It's so far It's so far away now My wife was warm But the water was cold And she was young And the ocean was old There were voices singing from under the sea As I followed them down I felt them drowning me What chance of meeting So long ago Just for a fleeting... Ah, well you know How unintentional A random whim Coincidental A shallow thing Home It's so far away now Pure chance It's so far It's so far away now My wife was soft The mountain was hard Her skin was smooth The rocks were scarred There were voices singing above in the sky As I followed them up I was prepared to die