In the deepest ocean
at the bottom of the sea
your eyes
they turn me
why should i stay here?
why should i stay?
i`d be crazy not to follow
follow where you lead
your eyes
they turn me
sunk without a trace
the bottom of the deep
your eyes
they turn me
turn me into phantoms
i follow to the edge of the earth
and fall off
everybody leaves if they get the chance
and this is my chance
hidden by the waters
we`re fishies
looked over by the world
we`re fishies
we`re planning to escape
