Woorden: Sky Sailing. An Airplane Carried Me To Bed. Explorers.

This old mountainside
Where we used to reside
Is slowly recalling
The things we discovered inside
Oh, the crystal caves

We shed both our jackets
And I hammered brackets
From old metal chairs
To the walls for a crude set of stairs
To lead us down

And you tied a rope
To the steep burning slope
A Jerry rigged harness
So we could descend in the dark

But the tide came in
And we found ourselves in the sea
Deep underwater we both found
That we could still breathe
So we spent the day submerged
And we swam the evening away

The water was clear
Like the pure atmosphere
As we kicked and fluttered
Through caverns all cluttered with age
In the afterglow

We swam hand in hand
Over white satin sand
And you left a ribbon
To honor the pale gibbon moon
But that was years ago

And we never came up for air
Down there
We can go anywhere

The old world was dying
While we took our flying
Like peregrine falcons
Beneath the transparent blue waves
Far below the surf

And we spent the hours
With submarine flowers
I knew I'd remember
That day in November as we
Felt alive again

'Cause we found ourselves in the sea
Deep underwater we both found
That we could still breathe
So we spent the day submerged
And we swam the evening away

We swam the evening away