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
