Forty clean and forty halves are shipping off again
I'm better off unsure of hows and focus on the whens
A clean cut across my own clear-cut mind
Now I see the only sea that's carving off the edge
Where hand-me-downs are hand-me-downs and hand-me-downed again
A flood in the cloud still intact with the rind
Finally spent
A whistle blew at the corner dive and I headed in
Information held by little bits of just a little bit
The way isn't clear when the wires intertwine
I only see the only sea that's carving off the edge