Houston, you were right
You could spot a problem a mile away
Now I'm pulling off a backstroke
On the Sea of Tranquility
Is colder than you ever knew
I'm getting tired of all these rituals
Breathing in, breathing out
It's all the same
Where you belong
My mouth was open all along
But salt water behind the motherboard
I'm not silver anymore
I'm treading water
I'm treading water
I'm treading water