He lay down his hand with a sigh, as if to fold, and said to us,
Boys, let me tell you a story,
A story of the woman who drowned.
Some people ask me, Ader, what in you invents?
and I say to them,
Invention is the inversion of destruction, you see,
and I’ve spent my life destroying.
I once loved a woman,
a woman who drowned.
She lay in my arms and whispered so sweetly,
“Your love is like a cyclone in a swamp
and the weather's getting warmer.”
And now I try to fly, I try to speak,
but the telephone, the plane, bring me no relief
As she once sank, I attempt to alight
but the tragedy keeps bringing me down.
No use in communication, the phone brings no salvation,
when she lies forever at the bottom of the sea.
She loved me, I spurned her, turning circles in the night,
Until one day, I told her,
“I hope you know I love you
But my love is like a dark cloud full of rain
That's always right there up above you.”
A hopeless love storm to be caught in, indeed.
She packed a bag and walked out the door,
took the bus down to the wharf.
Walked down to the beach and without a word
took her bag and walked into the sea.
And now I fly, I call, I dream
of a day when my efforts pay off.
But until that day when my woman who drowned comes back,
every attempt is never enough.