Fare the well
Please don't let'em tip my diving bell
I'm lost at sea
In present company
Mouths are moving like machinery
The pressure drops
My ears begin to pop
The dinner cocktail hour is drifting off
Fare the well
I'm plummeting the depths of my diving bell
Another sun
Another moon
Another man could've penned
Another tune
He may have even looked a bit like you
Another time
Another place
Another man coulda made the same mistakes
And I can't take the parallels
Fare the well
No one's gonna tip my diving bell
All I can hear
In my underwater clear
A rush of blood pounding upon my ear drums
A bathroom stall
My admiral's cabin
Water seeping and I fall asleep again
Another day
Another year
Another carousel through the nothingsphere
Infinitely unaware
Another me
Another you
Another space I can torpedo to
Hidden in the bathroom
Fare the well
Please don't let'em tip my diving bell
I'm lost at sea
Trailing through these city streets
Beyond the other world is rippling
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