I seek out hidden maps
Mark calendars and make complex plans
I write a page every day in my progress to get to you
But your city is long gone
Under the deep dark sea
And I'm swimming with eyes closed
And I dream I can't find my way back home
I've grown dark blue and thought
Those calendars and maps cannot be trusted
So I wrote a song and let it roll into the quiet afternoon
I know your city is not long gone
Under the deep dark sea
That ain't darkness of deep sea
It's darkness of eyes closed
And I dream I can't find my way back home
