A Song for the Lake by the Curb of the World

Moonlit puddle huddled by the gutter
He looks up to me as if I were his brother
With a mouth-forming smile, he says
"I've seen your face in stranger places..."

"Come inside where it'll be okay
Rest away your weekends beside the flames"
An inch deep, yet a metre deeper
"Come and swim where I can reach you..."

Outside, outside
It's close, it's so close
I'll get away from this place that you haunt every time
You're drowning in the floodlights
And you suffocate me 'til you're able to breathe

Haunt becomes hauntee
Movement becomes me
I gurgle while there's air to blow
Within this shallow sea

He pulls the strings, he pulls them still
Fulfil the force, fulfil it 'til
I've done bad things and now
My teeth, they chatter, chatter still

Haunt becomes hauntee
Movement becomes me
Hauntee becomes haunt
I become movement