Another pass around the block,
another lap about the track.

Logic is a fish bowl.

I've figured it all out
a hundred different ways
retracing every step 
getting no where...

Logic is a fish bowl.

A miniature, plastic sea diver 
bubbles by gigantic 
flake eating fish.

Logic is a fish bowl.

I want to swim in the ocean
of my heart...

but it's so deep
 that I might drown.

With the seriousness of a high diver,
and the apprehension of a stuntfish
that can't swim,
I approach the edge...

And I can hear you calling out to me,

"Just laugh. Don't look down.
There's nowhere to fall, (clown!)."