I no longer go to 7th street

In the spring, we moved out west

I miss the cocktails at the Concorde

But every wave must have a crest

There is an image that I-I cannot shake

The wind blowing through your hair

A part of you still moving, but all of you not there

I wonder how they think of you now

Which picture they've had framed

And if it's easier at dinner to not bring up your name

Orca, Orca, Orca

There's nothing quite as black and white as you

Of course there are two oceans: the shallow and the true

The one outside the window, and the one inside of you

Such eyes you had, not colour

But space to see the truth

I think I knew that you were dying

I just didn't want the proof

X2

Orca, Orca, Orca

There's nothing quite as black and white as you

You were dressed in your shirt

With your back to the wall

Like you made up your mind

Like you knew

We all make our own way

Into blue

We all make our own way

Into blue

There's nothing quite, as black and white, as you

I wonder if you feel that too

There's nothing quite, as black and white, as you

We all make our own way into blue

Orca, orca, orca, orca

You were dressed in your shirt

With your back to the wall

Like you made up your mind

Like you knew

We all make our own way

Into blue

We all make our own way

Into blue

We all make our own way

Into blue

We all make our own way

Into blue