For the Enemy

Oh, my enemy,

you've got company,

you're not alone.

They're watching over me

while each town you pass

fades as it folds.

So in the night

we might get lost

lost in our fright.

So in the day

softly we'd flow,

floating away.

And it pours

from the faucet's mouth

like our fortune

comes flowing out

- every word of which,

without a doubt,

will find us together

and together bring us down.

They'll tie us down

with those fine thin threads

and run their knives

up and down our skin,

until what was in

will be out again,

above the sea

on that sunny ledge.

And in the day

softly we'll flow,

floating away.

And in the night

we will get lost,

lost in our fright.

La la la la la la.