Theme from the Bottom

[Verse 1]
I feed from the bottom, you feed from the top
I live upon morsels you happen to drop
And coffee that somehow leaks out of your cup
If nothing comes down, then I'm forced to swim up
On the way upwards, the colors come back
But all on the bottom is blue, gray, and black
The darkness is cold, and perception goes wrong
And the night seems to go on incredibly long

[Chorus]
So I ask you why
If I'm swimming by
Don't you see anything you'd like to try?

[Verse 2]
Pantomime mixtures of heaven and earth
Jumbled events that have less than no worth
Time in the forest to dig under rocks
Or float in the ocean, asleep in a box
Or sink just below all the churning and froth
And swim to the light source, or fly like a moth
So toss away stuff you don't need in the end
But keep what's important, and know who's your friend

[Chorus]
So I ask you why
If I'm swimming by
Don't you see anything you'd like to try?
If I'm swimming by

[Instrumental Break]

[Outro]
From the bottom, from the top
From the bottom, from the top
From the bottom, from the top
From the bottom, from the top
From the bottom, from the top
From the bottom, from the top
From the bottom, from the top
From the bottom, from the top
From the bottom, from the top
From the bottom, from the top
From the bottom, from the top
From the bottom, from the top