In my dream we’re standing by the water   But you never learned to swim; you spread yourself too thin   And somewhere there is balance in disorder   And it is struggling, and I’d rather sleep into suffering      “But Michael, there’s a place where pain’s forgotten   And it may be in this ocean, and I’m willing to try”      And I said, “you’re a victim to emotion”   With my feet stuck in the sand you give me no replies   You walk into the water   Just before you drown you say   “Nothing really matters, and everything dies anyway   So you owe me nothing   The only thing I ask you do is celebrate me,   And I will celebrate you”      And there are times to sing and times for silence   But I never get the change so I just sing beyond my range   But in my head your voice is still the highest   And it still resonates so much that I can’t concentrate   And harmony is often underspoken   So I let these notes ring open until my finger’s bare boned   Because somewhere in the melody I’m hoping   That though you cannot swim I won’t let you swim alone      So we’ll walk into the water   And just before you drown you say that nothing really matters   And everything dies anyway   So you owe me nothing,   And the only thing I ask you do is celebrate me   And I will celebrate you      So celebrate me and I will celebrate you