text: Bathed city
  Bathed city
  The liquid scenery
  Cast an indigo complexation
  To drift so carefree, moonlight reflects in the pool of darker times
  And to sink to darker measures
  Submariner seeks pride from depths hard to find, forever wading
  A pool of strange things
  Its guilt, is craving, this comfort, it’s quilt
  And outside I think it’s raining
  Why’d you leave me? Because of my depression?
  You used to complete me but I guess I learnt a lesson
  Things are even
  But don’t even out
  The deep sea diver’s in doubt
  murmurs
  murmurs
  murmurs
  And if we swim down low
  This pressure might go beneath the covers the cotton ceiling
  And if we swim down low
  This pressure might grow beneath city lights I’m wandering home
  And if we swim down low
  The pressure might go beneath the sheets I’m covered in
  And if we swim down low
  The pressure might grow those woes were still hovering
  This day’s slipping
  I feel my feet drift
  Tarmac city skin
  I walk the beat swift
  The sunsets, the moon lifts
  Those blue hours, those blue hours
  Those blue hours, that blue shift