Octopus

The octopus has three hearts, it lives in caves below the sea
Or in a beer can or a bath tub or a puddle on the street
Any fisherman can tell you when an octopus waves its arms
It hypnotizes schools of fish, all movement stops for miles
Even the waves stand still, all the witnesses have sworn
And it's impossible to resist the urge to jump overboard
That's why I know I shouldn't go on a seashore holiday
But I know that no one has to know if I take an evening stroll
Down to the end of the wooden pier where the water's deep and cold

For if I should see an octopus lift its arms out of the sea
Or see its shadow rising up across the rooftops above the street
I'd follow those dancing limbs to the spinning edge of the sky
Where all the boats fall off the world into the octopus's eye
That's why I know I shouldn't go on a cruise across the sea
But I know that no one has to know if I take an evening stroll
Down to the end of the wooden pier where the water's deep and cold