Drifting

Tell me though Where else could I go Woke between Horizons on a slowly leaking boat Tell me though How else could it go But to drift Dissociative Be dragged so far below In my depths I hear no sounds There's no song for me No hidden melody In my depths no hand reaches down And I'm young again Just floating by Tell me though Where else could I go Woke between horizons on a slowly leaking boat Tell me though How else could it go But to drift Dissociative Be dragged so far below