Oh, my enemy, you’ve got company, you’re not alone. They’re watching over me while each town you pass fades as it folds. So in the night we might get lost in our fright. So in the day softly we’d flow, floating away. And it pours from the faucet’s mouth like our
fortune comes flowing out -
every word of which, without
a doubt, will find us
together and together bring us down. They’ll tie us down
with those fine thin threads
and run their knives up and
down our skin, until what was
in will be out again, above
the sea on that sunny ledge. And in the day softly we’ll
flow, floating away. And in
the night we will get lost, lost in our fright. La la la la