How'd you fathom such a name, read the river, call the Twain
Mark the depth known to be safe, dear Sam?
Did you fancy your own mind deep enough to pass you by
High enough to keep you dry above the storms?
And if wrinkles merely indicate where smiles have spread across a face
A thousand laughing lines would trace back to you like rivers to a sea, ooh
You can fly, you can swim
You got wings, you got fins
You can fly, you can swim
You can move through anything, angelfish
Oh, and your famous wit is laced with pain
Your humor hides the bitter taste
The world's amused, but who could sense your sorrow?
Sorrow is the burning steam, the secret to your grand machine
And tears are merely streams to laughter's ocean
Your brother's ghosts in the river deep
Your daughter's haunting all your sleep
She laughs in a recurring dream
Does it soothe or does it only sting? Ooh
You can fly, you can swim
You got wings, you got fins
You can fly, you can swim
You can move through anything, angelfish
Oh, and I'm just the fool who wrote a song to you
Dear Sam, who's long been gone
In hopes I might learn how to cross
The flow of tears I'm floating on
With every mile another ghost
Tell me that I'm getting close
To the mark, you know, where water's safe to pass
Let me fly, angelfish
Oh, angelfish
Oh, angelfish
Oh, angelfish
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