Cigarette-smoke blowing off balconies
And off our rusty intimacy
Took your hand, took a twirl and fell
Into an ocean of what we called taboo

I never swam to get to the coast
The incalculable company I chose
I never yelled out to lend me a boat
Just felt happy going in circles with you

Promising to take me to your favourite places
I warned you about the reducing space
Holding me fiercely in front of the Sharks
You loved me like I was your favourite place

One fine day I stumble across the coast
As hysterical as a blind man who can see
But I want to again swim away with you
So I turn towards you and start drowning
Cause nobody really fell into the ocean with me.