Hunting crocodiles in my dreams
hiding smiles with our screams
the dead don't scream
they barely talk
hunting prey like a hawk.

Is it better to be the victim or victor?
Is it really winning if someone has to lose?
- maybe it's better not to choose
to not compete with crocodiles
hand not hook
hand not fist
hook no fish
lets all swim freely
lost amongst seaweed
we the weeds of this world
even weeds have flowers
even we can be beautiful
full of life
full of love
full of it
for it is everything
space, the final frontier
no more reason to cry
the crocodiles can't catch us here
nor do we need to give chase
chasing space
changing place
from here to there
from fear to fair
pay the ferryman
let him take you
on the voyage of a lifetime
don't follow the signs
as we all head the same way
all dead at the end of the day
stepping across crocodiles.

Why did the frog cross the road?
- because he didn't want to become a toad
every frog wants to be a Prince
and every Princess needs to be convinced
if you kiss enough toads you will find a frog
if you cross enough roads you will avoid the dogs
the bark is worse than the bite
all they're after is the bone
once that's gone they'll leave you alone
alone, alone, alone
third time lucky
third time we will see
we the weeds of the sea.