Someone once told me
That the ocean is merely as big as its floor
And that all between waves and seaweed
darkened hair
What would be down there
if not another secret smile?

And all our friends are down by the fire
Caught up in this picture they'll conspire on your head
Cars in the distance and the airport lights
(Move!)

And all those North Atlantic Wish-they-weres
Raging war in their aquarium
Catching oceans in their cameras to present them to the sunrise
Expanding down the alleys they once were regarded

And when I die
You can cure me with placebo
Because I promise you I'd fall for it

I believe it was You...