As sure as wood will rot in the rain Some things will never be the same Like you and me And the rising sea Some things roll on Some things run out And you can see the patterns from the [?] Tracks in the grass Where we used to pass Over and over again There is only so much time Ooh like a fishin' line Witherin' Right there On the reef It's the hook I always feed So I pay my pet With sticks and leave And curl up like an ancient millipede I've gotta let this go And maybe something could grow or take me over again There is only so much time Ooh and like a fishin' line Witherin' Right there On the reef It's the hook I always feed