Now the time has come to speak
i was not able
and water through a rusted pipe
could make the sense that i do

gurgle, mutter
hiss, stutter
moan the words like water
rush and foam and choke

having waited
this long of a winter
i fear i only
croak and sigh

somewhere deep within
hear the creak
that lets the tale begin

now the time has come to move
i was not able
water through a rusted pipe
could make the moves that i do

stagger, stumble
trip, fumble
i fear i only
slip and slide

somewhere deep within
hear the creak
that lets the tale begin

somewhere deep within
hear the creak
that lets the tale begin