Woorden: Trouble. Manic Frustration. Breathe....

Look into the eyes of the human race
seemingly suspended upon space
twilight colored flakes of light
reminding me which way is right
now it`s time to leave
need air to breathe
there`s nothing left to say

Far away a voice begins to sing
- down below the ocean
listening but never hear anything
it`s not fine to dance and sing
when bells of deahth do ring
and they will ring

now it`s time to leave
need air to breathe
there`s nothing left to say

Take me down, take me down

Down below the ocean
where I wanna be
she may be
Down below the ocean
where I wanna be
she may be

hand in hand together find the way
to the sunrise of my mind
goin`down
below the ocean