A word set down in a cup gone cold A tiny piece of explain to hold on to Anytime you feel like reeling me in I'm here I'm drowing not waving The word went by with its other word friends All winking by, becoming part of a lie Anytime you feel like reeling me in I'm here I'm down but not caving Words I hear you speaking But the meaning's never clear And the words grow sharp And they act like spies Growing flinty together making out like knives There goes the ruin Here liesthe child Both of us hoping the two will collide Cut down Burrowed in deep And I cover my ears but I cannot sleep Anytime you feel like reeling me in I'm here Down but not caving Words I hear you speaking But the meaning's never clear There's a bang of desperation off the need I have to know You could call it fear. You could call it fear.