Theme From The Bottom - Live

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 along the bottom is blue, grey, and black
 The darkness is cold and perception goes wrong
 And the night seems to go on incredibly long
 So I ask you why if I'm swimming by,
 Don't you see anything you'd like to try?
 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
 So I ask you why if I'm swimming by,
 Don't you see anything that you'd like to try?
 If I'm swimming by
 From the bottom, from the top (x 8)