We’ve been trying to reach you, Thom
The fish are belly up
Empty all your pockets

Sit down, you’re safe now
This is the place
It won’t hurt ever again
Remember me?
At the bottom of the ocean
This is the place

The smell of air conditioning

Let it go
I’m the face you always see
In the belly of a whale
Of the rest of your days
This is the place
Empty all your pockets
The fish are belly up
You’ve been stuck in a lift
Because it’s time to come home

The fish are belly up
You’ve been stuck in a lift
Because it’s time to come home
Today is the first day
So lighten up, squirt
The smell of air conditioning
The smell of air conditioning