I made my way up, but I've still got to search the graves

I clawed my way up, I kick spuds in the fallow ground and don't blink for days

I search my person, I take stock and then I

I slope off for the transformation

There's signs of new growth, saltwater on my livid skin

I turned into a halfwit

I swam in water full of fish

Made it my mission to remember

Everything I ever did

I made my way up, But I've still got to search the graves

I play blackjack by myself and don't blink for days

I search my person, I take stock and then I

I slope off for the transformation, water on my livid skin

I turned into a halfwit

I swam in water full of fish

Made it my mission to remember

Everything I ever did

I turned into a halfwit (And I've still got to search the graves)

I swam in water full of fish (But I don't want to touch the hands)

Made it my mission to remember (And I didn't want to cross the line)

Everything I ever did

Peppered on the floor the joints and knucklebones

Of saints and hermits

Somewhere in the dark, the sound of rushing water

My eyes are open