>> "Sitting by the porthole, you're on my mind. Hearing the waves crash,
>> storm
>> outside, out of sight, out of time. Sailing through these memories,
>> should
>> have seen the signs. Dragon pulling me back, three ring circus of reason
>> and
>> rhyme. Over you, just me getting over you. Over you, as we see our way
>> through. You been down to the bottom baby. Hey, I've been there too. Once
>> thought those who'd suffered together could see it all the way through.
>> But
>> you gave up trying baby, and I guess I gave up too. None of the King's
>> Mojo
>> or all your charms could hold up this tattered rendezvous. Over you, just
>> me
>> getting over you. Over you, as we see our way through. Sometimes when I
>> had
>> it, I treated it like dirt. Overlooked the finer points of why the whole
>> thing worked. But you know I don't want sympathy and neither of us plan
>> to
>> die. None of us know the answers and we don't even want to hear the
>> questions why. Over you, just me getting over you. Over you, as we see
>> our
>> way through... yeah."

> Any connection between "porthole" and "bunghole"?