The liquid scenery Caused an indigo complexion To drift so carefree The moonlight reflects in The pool of darker times Inter sink to darker measures The submariner seeks pride From depths hard to find forever waiting A pool of strange things Its sk** Its craving Its comfort Its quill And outside i think its raining Why’d you leave me Because of my depression You used to complete me But I guess I learned a lesson Things are even But don’t even out The deep sea divers in doubt And if we swim down low This pressure might go Beneath the covers The cotton ceiling And if we swim down low This pressure might grow And these city lights I’m wandering home And if we swim down low The pressure might go Beneath the sheets i’m covered in And if we swim down low The pressure might grow Those woes are still hovering This day is slipping I feel my feet drift Torn that city skin I walk the beat swift The sun sets The moon lives Those blue hours Those blue hours Those blue hours That blue shift