Inside this sinking submarine
The hull is closing in
The water is above my ankles
Now that I, still can't get you off of my...
I don't think that we can pull this one off
We shall see, time will tell
What is time and why does it
Taste like salt water inside of my mouth?
My love for the world part of the sky
My desire to venture to a place that is new
My need to sail my steam ship among the clouds
Is just my way of looking for a better world
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