Now I know you like I know myself
I still don't know much else
You race toward the future
I'm slow as a kettle
And we waltz on a tilted world
Torn socks and all those frills
Your gait like a mare's is
And mine like a drunk sailor
Fumbling toward a dark future
And what are we doing now
In a world, a world half broken
Going through half, just half of the motions?
And what makes a man, you ask
Strong limbs or his feathered cap?
Well I just say none of that
Surely it's you, 'cause I had a death wish
A coal cart to a dark abyss
I choked in a gasp of it
And then I found you
Such a brave swimmer
And you pulled me with you
And where are we going now
In a world, a world half broken
Back to the ocean, back to the open ocean?