In the hold, it was warm and close We were packed skin to skin I did my best to hold on to the window As the captain called steady as she goes
Cold light under the sea Dive slow, dive deep
Giant squid lunged at the submarine As the sonar pinged and pinged Four zero fathoms I could see There was a world hidden from me
Cold light under the sea Dive slow, dive deep
Childish tropes in glass bottom boats Cypress groves west of Jacksonville We piled in my car and struck out for the coast To drink the shine off the waves at Daytona