not one more word tonight, between here i lay, put a distance the size of the ocean, so now his heart can be a skipping river, as the cadance carries me, i almost drift away, for enough to forget that when it comes you can not hesitate, and when found i will ride on a cow and seal it in an envelope, undressed till you last no residence. whoa, wha oh oh oh(x3), and we sink, and we drown, and what is lost can never be found,well these arms dead swimming till the lungs pulled in, panic was lost in her deep understanding, that you will see what is wrong with everything, what is wrong with you and me, they make all the right reasons to fuck it up, you got to fuck it up! whoa, wha oh oh oh(x3).that sounded good to me, i thought that was preety good (in a whisper over the fading music).