A lyrical dialogue between two speakers using sink-or-swim metaphors and natural imagery. One urges immediate action: "you better get to swimming or you'll sink like a stone." The piece explores struggle, loss, and how things will never be the same.
One more. You better get to swimming or you'll sink like a stone. Just sink or swim, the water is cold. The winds will sing and waves will bring the dead back to shore. You better get to swimming or you'll sink like a stone. Just sink or swim, the water is cold. The winds will sing and waves will bring the dead back to shore. A bunch of people. Broken bones scattered through the catacombs of my soul. Tell me where I can find the antidote. Outside in the snow, watch my body unfold. It's out of my control. I can never come home.
I wonder what it looks like when I'm not standing here. As the days turn to weeks and the months turn to years. I'm growing older and I'll move on someday. And I wonder what it's like when it all fades away. Sometimes I catch myself sinking like a stone to the bottom of the well.
So it's time for me to say farewell. It will never be the same with somebody else. You better get to swimming or you'll sink like a stone. The sea for swim, the water is cold. The winds will sing and waves will bring the sound.
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