Swim to see where bottom meets its end Where words fail to feed on ocean scum If you wake at depth, I won’t forget which makes the body start that takes the first line back I can’t feel where every selfless love came to me, when I send fruitless help I can’t see where our ties, young and chill came to free the hands of newfound stealth I’m the tree where fruit lines the floor folk of a city feed me the time I eat Hardly need food from this heedless truth which makes the body start that takes the first line back I can’t feel where every selfless love came to me, when I send fruitless help I can’t see where our ties, young and chill came to free the hands of newfound stealth