I take the train
To the bottom of the ocean
The devil meets me there
Hands me a pair of slippers

Says if I only had the time
When I talk about my books
Hands me a pair of slippers

I search for homes
Homes for all my poems
Do you want this poem?
Do you want this song?
Do you want life?

The fish turn and wave their fins goodbye
In an otherwise soft and ordinary life

Trying not to beg
As a master of nothing
As a master of something
As a master of all things
Trying not to beg

The fish turn and wave their fins goodbye
In an otherwise soft and ordinary life
The fish turn and wave their fins goodbye
In an otherwise soft and ordinary life