[...we might be strangers, however close we get sometimes...]

[...into the blue again in the silent water / under the rocks and stones there is water underground...]

[...paper cup of the boat
heaving chest of the sea  
carry both of us
carry her, carry me...]

[...dreams of elysian, to assume are gone when we try
tell now what is dreaming, when we try I listen with my eye...]

[...there is no sunken treasure 
rumored to be wrapped inside my ribs
in a sea black with ink...]

[undercurrent]

[...far above the ocean, deep under the sea, there's a river runnin' dry...]

[...follow the leader, run and turn into butter...]

[Take it into town
happy, happy]

[what are we gonna do with you?
same tale every time
what are we gonna do with you?
come on inside]

   

well I could keep it above

(but then it wouldn't be sky anymore)