text: I feed from the bottom you feed from the top
  I live upon morsels you happen to drop
  And coffee that somehow leaks out of your cup
  If nothing comes down then I’m forced to swim up
  On the way upwards the colors come back
  But all on the bottom is blue, gray and black
  The darkness is cold and perception goes wrong
  And the night seems to go on incredibly long
  So I ask you why
  If I’m swimming by
  Don’t you see anything you’d like to try?
  Pantomime mixtures of heaven and earth
  Jumbled events that have less than no worth
  Time in the forest to dig under rocks
  Float in the ocean and sleep in a box
  Or sink just below all the churning and froth
  And swim to the light-source, or fly like a moth
  So toss away stuff you won’t need in the end
  But keep what’s important – and know who’s your friend
  So I ask you why
  If I’m swimming by
  Don’t you see anything you’d like to try?
  If Im swimming by
  From the bottom, from the top
  From the bottom, from the top...