Well, I fell out with you around the time of the Supermoon In a whirlpool of lies and some high greedy tides That swallowed what remained of your pride A capsized silhouette against a sunset copper red Well, no one's gonna climb, well, no one's gonna climb No one's gonna climb this sounding line By the mark twain at two fathoms By the deep six at six fathoms I am slowly sinking down I am slowly sinking down I was always holding my breath as if there wouldn't be any left After you took to mine, siphoned my blood and my time I don't believe I will climb this sounding line By the mark twain at two fathoms, By the deep six at six fathoms My heart and I decide to drown My heart and I decide to drown By the mark twain at two fathoms By the deep six at six fathoms I am slowly sinking down I am slowly sinking down You were to me a ringing fever in my head An old letter tucked inside a book I've never read I've made a home some place you'd never want to stay 300 miles or 100 league away I'm not leaving any clues when I leave this afternoon No one will ever find No one will ever find No one will ever find my sounding line