I wax and wane like I'm playing at the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance
Holding in the sorrow, feels like I'm trying to format my head
I'm sinking again, I know
I'm sinking again, I know
Maybe I'm just a submarine
And I'm not made for the surface of this sea
All my attempts to sound like I'm making sense end up in failure
Sometimes I don't know whether I'm telling the truth
The truth is I feel this way
I'm sinking again, I know
I'm sinking again, I know
Maybe I'm just a submarine
And I'm not made for the surface of this sea
I'm speaking a dying tongue
I'm speaking a dying tongue
Will anyone understand?
I'm sinking again, I know
I'm sinking again, I know
Maybe I'm just a submarine
And I'm not made for the surface of this sea
Turn up the radio
Drive through the wind like there's nothing crushing your dreams