Dead Slate Pacific

At my low point
I went to a professional
He asked me some questions
Sent me to a doctor
There’s a moment there
When you’re under a doctor’s care
When you’re safe and hopeful
Punched in the code
Ran up the stairwell
He asked more questions
Gave me Celexa
That’s when I really knew
The only thing standing between
Me and that long rope over a carpenter’s beam
Was you
I went off the pills
Bought my ticket
I used to think
There was nothing between us
Just 6,000 miles of
The dead, slate pacific
But on that United flight
In a white hot panic I
Sank to the bottom of the sea
My countless horrible creatures
Complicated undersea secrets
If I didn’t go diving there
With a spear gun, knife and flare
How would I ever make it through
That’s when I really knew
The only thing standing between
Me and that long rope hung on a carpenter’s beam
Was you