Blue and green around
Cold water and no sound
I'm sinking slowly to the bottom
A goldfish family
Is swimming next to me
I'm trying to catch one of its bubbles

And it's a fishy smelling place here
The less I breathe the more I fear

I sink
And slide along this shining prison made of glass
And I think:

Now I'm swimming and I'll do it to the last

To the last- I'll swim
To the last- I'll breathe
In this never-ending fishy dream

Slide along- Frontier of glass
Now I'll swim- Swim to the last

And your eyes outside
Wide open, magnified
They look like two black tunnels
I'm longing for the day
We'll find a common way
Outside of this glassy prison