Down on the ocean floor. That's where I'm heading for. Hold on to a sinking stone. Until the worst is known. Nobody wants to think about it. Nobody wants to talk about it. Nobody protects you. They make it go away. Pretending that it's all ok. Broken pieces on the ground. And everyone's tiptoeing round. Nobody wants to think about it. Nobody wants to talk about it. Nobody protects you... yeah. And we're losing some faith. We used to cry. We used to say why. For all I know. I might not get home. I found out. If you opened it up. We could work this out. Nobody wants to think about it. Nobody wants to talk about it now. What you suspected all along. Everything he told you was wrong. And you can see it if you want. Nobody wants to. (Neil's mummerings to the end)