It's the floor I'm reaching for, a breath beneath the surface That weighs me down, it cuts me from the line that you've been reeling The sails are slashed we're fucked for sure, I'm waiting for the breakers If there's a light from that beacon I can count the distance In this thick hazy pea soup fog It's a long way away I can count the distance from where we should be From where I thought we'd be by now, I can see it in the clouds We break faster than pressure in a fold It's the floor I'm reaching for, a breath beneath the surface The sails are slashed we're fucked for sure I'm falling starboard, I'm falling over