There, once.

There once was a man with a hole in his head.
And he danced in the streets for his daily bread.
And the demons flew out and they left him alone
But he wouldn't stop moving, he wouldn't go home.

There once was a man with his head in a hole.
He was trying to drown out his colourful soul.
But his head popped on out when it started to ache.
Because soul colours give, but they won't let you take.

There was a woman with a thirst for the sea,
She was wild and wilful and wouldn't leave be.
Then one day she found her way down to the shore,
Took off her dress and became something more.

There was a woman with a sea for a thirst.
She slaked it with bottles and thought she was cursed.
Then along came a man with oceans in his throat.
And she threw out her thirst and set off in his boat.