Four in the morning
Can't see the sunrise
Bright like the fish eyes
Take it back down

I've been to the forest
Walked through the desert
Came back to the ocean
Because I like the trenches better

Four paces forward
Eight miles down
We flourish under pressure
We flourish underground

And I fought with the bears now
And lions in the desert
Made a couple of whale sounds, had a conversation
I like the trenches better

And I like the trenches
The sound of steady pressure
I like the trenches better
And I'd drown if it was lesser