Who Killed Puck? - Cloud Cult

it's the feel of the water as you're breathing it in, you're food for the fish so you will live again, it's the weight of your lungs when you're getting high, you'd spit it out but you'd really like to see the other side, it's the taste of her sweat when she was pulling you in, like the mouth full of ocean that you're drowning in, and your bones, and your brains, and your skin, are not as much yours as you thought they were, it's the ringing in your ears when you were feverish and sick, that's the sound of the other side so you better get used to it, it's the things that you see out of the corner of your eye, everyone will tell you that it's nothing cause they've all gone blind, it's the feeling like you're falling when you first go to sleep, like your soul's trying to separate but it can't quite break free, and your bones, and your brains, and your skin, are not as much yours, as you thought they were, you can't come back again, back again, you can't come back again, it's your life flashing before you when you realize what you had, in retrospect it's beautiful but it's too late to go back, it's the light in the tunnel sucking you through, it's the deep regret of the things you never got to do, it's your last breath, your last luck, the end of the show, it's the spark in your eye when you finally let go, and your bones, and your brains, and your skin, are not at much yours as you thought they were, you can't come back again, back again, you can't come back again, back again, please don't let me go under again, under again, please don't let me go under again, under again