your pale eyesnpaint the softest picture in my headnI'm right on the edgenthis black dognhe follows me from behindnhe prefers I don't trynnno, I'm not herenI'm in my headnno, there's no one herenI'm somewhere elsennI'm so lownit's the only tide that I feelnis anything real?npart the seasnlet the water rise up past my headnI did my bestnnno, I'm not herenI'm in my headnno, there's no one herenI'm somewhere else