You were playing Till there was no one There's no room left at the bottom And though I picture a lake filled with nothing Who is with me at the bottom Are we on the brink of disaster When the tide comes what will come after We keep playing Till there's nothing There'll be no room at the bottom And though I picture a lake still and placid There is someone at the bottom Are we on the brink of disaster When the tide comes what will come after Is this the right time or should I wait for it Is this the right time or should I wait for it