[Intro:] My watch leaked (I can't) The seconds free (fill all) Wore down the prints (the spaces) Of my clean feet (between) I want to use (the breaths) The last air (and sinking) To do more than just breathe Ooh, I got that sinking feeling that left a hold in my timeframe [Rajbot:] I'm saying That if it Ever comes down to The sinking Of this raft I'd rather... Kite strings, right things to say, sweat that they float And you've attempted to fully float like in a plastic-bag [Penny:] Besides, I've tried to write myself Onto the land And it's always the air that works against me... My hands are keen on stretched-out strings And I don't think I'll ever be ready to let go Of the pre-traced trail where I still float [Rajbot:] But put my unfurnished oat into the hollow water Tried to tread it, push and shove it, love it away It still blinks a whole splashed unsolved gimmick Salty dreams and mind watered up and down. Broken A make believe Atlantis? [Penny:] I can't be in the position of a dry-neglected anchor- The down-without-my-feet quirk Was only volunteer work I know it suits me well- I wear an ocean-sized coat of dripping clocks That weigh me down too much To try to walk over this moon-managed puddle Another step chopped off of the timecase And for once, I can't drop my sloppy hands to the dying day Nor mate them with a locked box 'til the rebirth of an upping sun [Rajbot:] Plus, you've got no lack of a leak to my name It's a shame if this tide wanes we're finished Down into the open bottomed darkness I wonder if there's anything worthwhile in the murky afterlife Because I really wanted to grow some ideas But not on a kelp garden Not with guppies or Sea-pen and octopus ink or broken bottles and junk That end up on the bottom of the seabed [Penny:] I haven't mastered my magical parking tickets, yet Or given the proper handful shake o my a**istant: the tire chalker I left my emptied coffee pot on Next to my bedside And wonder who I should've willed my closet to Or the straightened rug I walked above [Rajbot:] Or swam below, I know I smell like time off a Parking meter that I'd asked for [Penny:] Though I do admit there's comfort In the inevitable sinking seat I can't say I've ever felt quite so far from the sky And for the first time I fear the sun n' moon exchange Will close out their balance And help drain what's left Of a ceilinged pigment We can play puppeteer with the rest of the day And pretend that a set of dancing hands Will tailor the dimming Like a stage-frightening curtain And give our yawning earth another spinning [Rajbot:] Capsized, in memory with a brighter deacon, less than a funeral For a sailor, sinking feeling falling following a flailing Limb like clock-hands in overdriven motor folly; You know I want to use this time much better [Penny:] See, that's why I shut myself up in the roofing business- I knew I'd never make it under the sun... My lungs have learned: sealed-up Like uncut rooms through the turning skies And now that I've decided to climb, this once, with the light A breath broke through to freshen my concept of night and dying open Up and off the untouched ground: A sense of how down feels in a cautious bomb At least we tried to sketch a circle for our setting selves But the sky has drawn that line for a long time... (Outro)