Remora
They share the heat, multiplied and divided
Above the reef, some collided to make a boy
The mirror drifts to the floor of the sea
He follows but loses reflection
he thought, "oh, what do I do to myself?"
he hesitates when invited to stay
I hear the words, but let the current pull me away
The mirror drifts to the floor of the sea
I follow but lose the reflection
naive, naive, naive, naive, naive, naive