Did you realise weeks ago or just now
Once no-one knew anything, everything happened anyhow
Street fishing again, 'cause the sun's gone down
If there is no catch, then you find what you will down here
Layer after layer the weight will sink
Dark blue at best
Motion all below and they don't know
That we're up here
Among these many reeds where all things good and evil are one
That's where you'll find me, that's where you'll find anyone
By a gentle hand you'll be led down
To the roots and reeds, and then you'll find what you will down here