Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself

All day -- and all night

I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath

I say to myself

I need fuel -- to take flight --

And there's too much going on

But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion

Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion



Is that why they call me a sullen girl -- sullen girl

They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea

but he washed my shore and he took my perl

And left and empty shell of me



And there's too much going on

But it's clam under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion

Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion

Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion

It's calm under the waves in the blur of my oblivion