My brother swims against the tide;   Naked in the water he has nowhere to hide.   The results of his blood test were written in the sand,   But it's not the drugs that make the man.      It'll all be washed away eventually,   Even the memories walking through your dreams.   It'll all be forgotten eventually,   Even the most embarrassing scenes.      He got it on prescription   And he fits the description   Of a man whos blood has turned to dreams.   Found floating facedown tangled up in seaweed,   Making bait on which the fishes can feed.      It'll all be washed away eventually,   Even the memories walking through your dreams.   It'll all be forgotten eventually,   Even the most incriminating scenes.      My brother swims against the tide,   Naked in the water he has nothing to hide.   My brother floats along with the tide,   Carried away to somewhere out of sight.      It'll all be washed away eventually,   Even the memories walking through your dreams.   It'll all be forgotten eventually,   By just about everyone except for me.