My man,
when I was born to be a fish,
a man along the sea,
not a lot.
Just waded in,
hands are cramped and eyes are dry,
my biggest catch of fire,
a fire that's *.
Still waded in,
I'm fiercely bone-tied,
climbing,
holding on for days and nights.
I don't believe in gods,
there I've said a prayer once but twice.
I'm closing in,
I've made my peace,
I know my catch might end up patching me.
Always incessant,
breathing fishiness,
my destiny I must keep.
When he can drive me through the gates of hell,
kill me dead,
kill me well,
I must
keep going.
I'm bleeding now,
I'm barely tied,
I'm a fool,
I'll end in sight.
I don't believe in luck,
still I wish to prevail with all my might.
I'm closing in,
I've made my peace,
I know my catch might end up patching me.
Ain't no worthy enemy that's given all he's got.
All
that matter
is desire,
made for us to our needs.
All that matter
is desire,
made for us to our needs.
I am what I was born to be,
a fisherman alone,
a sea man lost.
Just wading,
hands are cramped and eyes are dry,
my biggest catch of fire,
a fire that's *.
Still wading,
I'm fierce,
the golden tiger I've been holding on for days.
All
that matter is desire,
made for us to our needs.
All that matter
is desire,
made for us to our needs.
All
that matter is desire,
made for us to our needs.
All
that matter is desire,
made for us to our needs.
I'm closing in,
I've made my peace,
I know my catch will end up catching me.