hard pitter-patters
of drops on the window
turn into palpitations

water to my hip
soaked and cold
yet i'm smiling wide

now to my neck
paralyzed and numb
happy and relaxed
for the things that will come

no sign of surface
deep and blue
the painted colors
are pictures of you

i'm drowning now
palpitations on low
this is exactly the way
i wanted to go