I saw this thing on TV
These two guys
Swam in the sea
In what might
Have been Vietnam
The water was shallow
The weather was tropic
I should try and give that some tone
The TV's small, I was alone
It wasn't late
Something like 9
Thinking about you
Running and running
These two guys
Lived on the beach
Lighting fires, climbing trees
And taming birds
To show them where
Snappers were gathering
'Cause they're good eating
They both had beautiful wives
They both died
Climbing trees, and lighting fires
They became the end of the season
The last of their kindred
Now they see clearer beneath
The gla**y waves
The lump on the beach
They swim for days
Diving the reefs
They found something
That wasn't nothing
Their hearts
Beat slow
Their eyes see
Blind
Their hearts
Beat slow
Their eyes see
Blind
Their hearts
Beat slow
Their eyes see
Blind
Their hearts
Beat slow
Their eyes see
Blind