Up and over, we go through the wave and undertow I will float until I learn how to swim Inside my mother in a garbage bin Until I find myself again, again Up and over we go with mouths open wide and spitting still I will spit until I learn how to speak Up through the doorway as the sideboards creak With them ever proclaiming me, me Up and over we go, the weight it sits on down and I don't know I will shout until they know what I mean I mean the marriage of a dead dog sing And a synthetic flying machine, machine