Our car broke down some eighty days ago We took what we could carry on our backs In obscure glow Nighthawks flew above our heads and We were moving on with dirty feet On concrete ground so free Into the sea we'll wade White foam tingling on our shins Will we swim or will we drown? Salt scum, skinny legs No sun burning on our backs Will we swim or will we drown? The circus left our hometown long ago It was the time when we left too And begged dead wood to grow Seasons came and went and came again Next Monday we might reach the coast of memories And then Into the sea we'll wade White foam tingling on our thighs Will we swim or will we drown? Salt scum, skinny legs Dark waves splashing in our eyes Will we swim or will we drown? Black water coming, Yellow rubber ring and oxygen For King Scruple and Queen Grief, my friend So come along – we carry on