I am in so deep
I don’t know how to get out
With a broom I sweep
The weekly dusting of doubt
There’s a lump in my rug
The size of my head
I am in so deep
I can’t see through what you said

In this hole I made
I never built any doors
No means of escape
No stairs, no moveable floors
There’s no rope to the top
So nobody knows
In this hole I made
The changing wind never blows

I am in so deep
I don’t know how to get out
In my mouth I keep my tongue
I swallow my shout
There’s a hole in my head
The size of my shoe
I am in so deep
I’m in so deep here with you