Now I know your light. I know myself. I still don't know much else. You race toward the future. I'm slow as a kettle. And we waltz on a tilted world, Torn socks and all those frills. Your gait like a mares is, And mine like a drunk sailor Fumbling towards a dark future. And what are we doing now in a world, a world half broken? Going through half, just half of the motions? Nd what makes a man, you ask? Strong limbs or his featured cap? Well, I just say none of that. Surely it's you because I had a death wish A call card to a dark abyss. I choked in a gasp of it, And then I found you, such a brave swimmer. And you pulled me with you. And where are we going now in a world, a world half broken? Back to the ocean, back to the open ocean.