now i know you like 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 mare s is and mine like a drunk sailor fumbling toward a dark future and what are we doing now in a world a world half broken going through half just half of the motions and what makes a man you ask strong limbs or his feathered cap well i just say none of that surely it s you cause i had a death wish a coal cart 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 1