You tell them you don't know how to live
Caught in the act of making up your deathbed on the wake
Wake up you're dreaming your head's starving
you're digging up the plants you love because you heard the stars were root-bound
they're root-bound
wake up your dancing dancing lifeless legs
they're antennas are picking up the sounds that whales make
whale song is love
well they can't help it ah we can't help it
following the signals from the deep we pay off the cross-road
gods with our accidents
initiation catch you in the act
of thinking you were doing something else
by going for a sunday dive head-first
suddenly it's dark out too dark to swim
lord the water's got it in for us
and we're perpetually half-in caught in the act