Underwater

Got nothing good for your kids,

their little souls made of stone,

forever haunting the dead,

won't leave the spirits alone.

The sound of tin in my ears,

I learned that comfort was cheap.

The party lasted for years,

and now I'm crippled you see

Pretty little thing

Take it very slow

Take it very slow,

When you're on your own

All alone.

Make it very slow, make it very slow,

when you're on your own

All alone

Take it very slow

Make it very slow

Under water

We're losing oxygen,

the fuel is slowly running out.

We won't wake up again,

but someone else will come around.

We're losing oxygen,

the fuel is slowly running out.

We won't wake up again,

but someone else will come around.

We're losing oxygen,

the fuel is slowly running out.

We won't wake up again,

but someone else will come around.