Missing two days, they found the letter tucked underneath your mattress, see your footprints down the hall that tell them nothing.
There's something hidden between the words spelled simply, but they don't notice that I can carry you, and I will.
Gone for two weeks you're at the hotel standing outside waiting, and no one seems to notice you, your blue shadow.
Spring burst open, green and bloated, tendrils reaching round the side lawn til they finally get to you.
Carry you, I can carry you, I can carry you, oh I will.
We're in the backyard sinking under.
We're in the water sinking down.
Little bubbles floating upwards.
Watch our breath break little waves, top to bottom, burst black, yeah we notice it all.