From the bottom we fell.

In the bottom of my throat,
after everything I know,
I really don't.

Have you ever been there
after sunset?
Shadows growing thinner,
collectively,
shivering.

In the bottom of my well
I sang a praise to God.
From the bottom,
how I fell,
how the hell should I know?

Either way I'd wish you well.

The cold sunlight shines from the moon.
We've always moved in two's.
I move faster than you.

From the bottom I fell for you.
How the hell should I know what to do?
Either way I'd wish the best for you
and me too.