Muck

You're all I hold below I'll never let you go And though I'm often drawn A round of awkward smiles I'll brave the wave alone As wires replace our bones And these wires are all we have We've made this muck our bath And though we often drown The scene becomes unsound We chase the falling moon To find the missing cow And whilst we wait around The silence fills the boom Wish I was out of the muck and I could save you Once you're caught up in to your neck then you're too deep Hoping we're out of the woods soon to the clearing But I fear the men and the dogs will hear as they're nearing Stop trying to hit yourself to the ceiling Stop trying to fix yourself Stop trying to fix yourself you ain't healing