There are things that you should know
Divisions laid out in a row
Underlying notions reveal the main idea, but it is lost
And when the water's shallow
We don't have far to fall
And when the fields are fallow
Do we have anything at all?
In the countryside the words refuse to make the picture clear
It can relay the motive and the focus fish-eyed down the hall
And when the water's shallow
We don't have far to fall
And when the fields are fallow
Do we have anything at all?
Sweat drips, but the production isn't something you would want
Walking in the middle of an empty road at night with no shoes on
And when the water's shallow
I don't have far to fall
And when the fields are fallow
Do I have anything at all?
Do I have anything at all?