Out in the water with weeds in our hair
Whistling songs that we spun from the air
I saw the shape of a ghost in the waves
Dead as the sea foam, bright as the day
Bright as the day
Moved through the summers when we were young
Held to the fire, the weight of the sun
Lights on the fog over Bay of Bengal
I turned out and they stayed on
Bright as the day
Out in the backyard, earth in our teeth
Whistling songs that we learned in our sleep
I heard the sound of a ghost in the night
Scraped up dirt and monsoon skies
Over Kolkata I'm drifting alone
Naked and empty as the day I was born
Held to the fire, a moth in the flame
Dead as the sea foam and bright as the day