TV - Lewis Del Mar

Oceans turn to glasses of water tall

And the tele-market phone calls

Are you there

And how hard your day was

Anything to relate us

Faceless in the light fluorescent

Train lines ain’t we all descendants

No ink I see

Nothing permanent

The water underground evaporates

Who can heal the drought

Waves coming through

My television

Is it beautiful, living

Waves coming through

My indecision

Is it mutual

Are you different

I want to know

I want to know

Is there something wonderful

Oceans under ceilings of cellophane

And a voice through the window

My mother can hold all the family pain

But she can’t hold a tune no

Our tears in the ultraviolet

Ozones with a hole so wide that

Trucks fall through to crash on the interstate

The color and the sound will saturate

Who can turn them down

Waves coming through

My television

Is it beautiful, living

Waves coming through

My indecision

Is it mutual

Are you different

I want to know

I want to know

Is there something wonderful

Waves coming through

My television

Is it beautiful, living

Waves coming through

My indecision

Is it mutual

Are you different

I want to know

I want to know

Is there something wonderful