Selfbrush

On our chests

Water is everywhere when we wake
And we’re floating on our bed
We’re floating in
Our own private, private fish tank


We should talk to the neighbour above
Tell him:
‚we’ve had quite enough‘
Before he’ll drop on you and me
Before we’ll drown in
The sweet, sweet sea
Our sweet, sweet sleep

We keep on dreaming of water
Drippin‘ from the ceiling of our kitchen
On our heads
In our laps
On to our plates