Theme From The Bottom Lyrics - Billy Breathes - Phish

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 

From the bottom, from the top 

From the bottom, from the top 

From the bottom, from the top 

From the bottom, from the top 

From the bottom, from the top 

From the bottom, from the top 

From the bottom, from the top 

From the bottom, from the top 

From the bottom, from the top 

From the bottom, from the top 

From the bottom, from the top