Oh, my enemy, you’ve got company, you’re not alone. They’re watching over me, as each town they pass fades as it folds. So in the night, while you get lost in your fright, that’s the same day that softly we flow; we’re floating away. And it pours from the faucet’s mouth like our fortune comes flowing out, every drop of which, without a doubt, will find us and tie us and bind us and finally bring us down. They’ll tie us down in the same thin threads, they’ll run their knives up and down the same skin. And what was in will be out again, above the sea on that sunny ledge. As in the day softly we’ll flow, floating away, that=s the same night that you get lost, lost in your fright. La la la la la.