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
turn me onto phantoms
I follow to the edge of the earth
and fall off
everybody leaves
if they get the chance
and this is my chance
I get eaten by the worms
and weird fishees
picked over by the worms
and weird fishees
I hit the bottom and escape