Below, the flow...
Untroubled surface
Time's come adrift

And so you know
You're balanced over
Tectonic shift

You sense that something has gone astray
But you can't put your finger on it
You never get to see the picture
That's unfolding, that's in your future to be honest, under the current

By day, by night
The starts are falling through your head

The hair is bristling all down your arms
This fever's got you something rotten
You caught the memories that you once expressed as wishes
You thought they'd been forgotten

The wind is whistling around your ears
If you could bring yourself to listen
On those blank pages that you've torn out from your diary
Your history's already written
Under the current
The undercurrent
Under the current