Plasmodesmata

Water drops, splashing down on my head
 A patch of floor, to call as a bed
 A dream of warmth filters down from above
 Darkness swells, it's brimming with dread
 Through rusted bars, a stale piece of bread
 Sun shines through holes in the cell, the dark is melting away
 The world is turning around, we welcome the day
 Waves break, they're rocking the ship
 The earth, she shakes, she's moving her hips
 Dark is the pitch, that covers the walls
 The stench of saline slowly seeps through the hull
 The bottom heaves, and barrels break free
 A reckless rousing, a key in the door
 Another lifetime, strapped to the oar
 Sun shines through holes in the cell, the dark is melting away
 The world is turning around, we welcome the day
 Waves break, they're rocking the ship
 The earth, she shakes, she's moving her hips
 Sun shines through holes in the cell, the dark is melting away
 The world is turning around, we welcome the day
 Waves break, they're rocking the ship
 The earth, she shakes, she's moving her hips