Four in the morning Can't see the sunrise Bright like the fish eyes Take it back down I've been to the forest Walked through the desert Came back to the ocean Because I like the trenches better Four paces forward Eight miles down We flourish under pressure We flourish underground
And I fought with the bears now And lions in the desert Made a couple of whale sounds, had a conversation I like the trenches better And I like the trenches The sound of steady pressure I like the trenches better And I'd drown if it was lesser