Breath like smoke
On white horizon
Land and lake
Are all the same here
Holding out for something certain
Silhouetted by the surface
We cut the holes we cut
We baited and waited
Color smuggled to this wasteland
Like a dagger for my right hand
I meant to tell you:
It's like a freight train when it hits
It's like a dagger from your lips
It's like a freight train when it hits
In the brown
And brackish water
There were 5
Swimming in circles
Color smuggled to this wasteland
Like a dagger for my right hand
A crack, quick slip and away
The circles a whirlpool
And every sign of our main purpose
Silhouetted by the surface