Like a cat holding on To the edge of a bathtub I'm drowning In the sea of Neptune's eyes
I'm waiting for cognac to decipher hidden meanings in the hands That scrape my thighs
and I don't want to sink in the breathless brink of schoolgirl lies and I donΒ΄t want to blink cause I might start to think of NeptuneΒ΄s crystal skies