Well, I'm swimming through tires at the bottom of the Hudson
It's a river on fire, it's raging and rusting
Ice floes, ice floes overhead, melting like poison, unstable
I will be with you when I'm able
I will be with you when I'm able
If I have to crawl to a spot where you stand
As long as it's me at your feet on dry land
At your feet on dry land
But for now I'm pulled fast through the runoff of landfill
At the base of an island that never could stand still
On the back of some ancient catfish
He's glowing and his scales have grown thick
He counts years like barnacles on the bottoms of ships
The ships that clog his channel
And he's scarred by life in this port
By factories upriver and the Indian wars
And don't believe that there's peace on the shores where we're headed
Through waters heavily leaded
And while he's seen more than you and I
Will ever forget, will ever forget
It won’t hurt me or him, eyes closed while we swim
Through tires at the bottom of the Hudson
Through tires at the bottom of the Hudson
Through tires at the bottom of the Hudson, yeah, yeah
Through tires at the bottom of the Hudson, yeah, yeah
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