One is supposed to be submerged into belief
Somehow by a miracle
And from then on to swim in it
As in the least ambiguous of elements

And even just a glance towards land

The thought that one perhaps might be there  ah
Oh  for something else as well as swimming
Even the slightest impulse
Of our amphibious nature is sin

What they want is an eternal song over the waves

In which reason has drowned