Swimming Through Stone

I have heard about this
About walking into a room
And the floor being covered in snakeskins, snakeskins
I wanna crawl back into them like sleeping bags
And I need this like I need paper thin fins
How I envy the herrings
Always on their way in easy flashes
Tiny lightning glinting
Like sparks when hooves strike flint
But I feel like I am swimming through stone

So I'll hold my brain out of the water
As I swim my remains back to her
'Cause the last thing that i need is a wet brain
During the hurricane
So I'll rest my weary head
Between the egret's beak
So I can hear you sing
The salmon eggs to sleep
With the songs of the wild
The wild

I thought the coast was clear
I thought the coast was clear
Now I'm wading through dead skeeters
Through the wriggling larva
And the blood suckers
But I've never sucked blood before this
I've never sucked blood before this
I've never sucked blood before this

And I knew better
But I walked right in again
There is that floor all scattered with owl pellets
I examine the tidy bits
Of wonder and decay all mystified
At the little skeletal glories
I wonder what went on in the rabbit's hole
And how these tiny things cannot seem to escape
Until we are left with snakeskin
And matted fur, hair thin bones