The ocean's floor is where the waves go falling
to rest and then repeat all over.
They lash the sands,
imprint their rage and fury,
and then again disappear.
The ocean's bed is where my dreams swim boundless,
preparing to rise again.
They bloom and glow like flowers in the water,
and in a moment to the sky they open.
Delicate in the spaces and the endless.
Distance that's seeming so perfect from all earthly terrors.
All I desire contained within this painted blue.
Way under the waves.
The ocean's breast fills all the silent sailing.
Ballooned in plumes of air.
I'll
watch and wait because sometime or other,
the universe is underwater.
Delicate in the spaces and the endless.
Distance that's seeming so perfect from all earthly terrors.
All I desire contained within this painted blue.
Way under the waves.
Delicate in the spaces and the endless.
Distance that's seeming so perfect from all earthly terrors.
All I desire not qualified or questioned.
Ooh.
Way under the waves.
Way under the waves.
Under the waves.
Under the waves.