and staring and thinking
and sinking deeper
it's almost like I'm swimming
The sun is burning hot again
on the hunter and the fisherman,
and he's trying to remember when,
but it makes him dizzy
Seems like I've been here before
Seems so familiar seems like I'm slipping
into a dream within a dream
must be the way you whisper
The sun is setting cool again
I'm the thinker and the fisherman,
and I'm trying to remember when,
but it makes me dizzy
and I'm sweating and breathing,
and staring and thinking
and sinking deeper and it's
almost like I'm swimming
Seems like I've been here before
seems so familiar seems like I'm slipping
into a dream within a dream
Must be the way you whisper,
it drags me under and
takes me home
