Underwater

Under water?

It's like a song you hear on the radio at night

Like sleeping with the light out

Like the wooden sound of your mama's sad bassoon

Noah

Someday we'll talk again

But there's things we'll never say

That sorrow deep inside you

It inside me too

And it never go away

You be okay

You'll learn how to lose things

My sorrow go where my heart grow calm

When you stop breathing air

You get, oh, so calm

No fire down there

So it's calm, calm, calm

And there's never any money

So it's very, very calm

But you miss

Oh, you miss

The sun and the moon

And the wooden bassoon

And sharing cigarettes?

Do you miss sharing a cigarette?

You bet I do, Noah

You bet