The liquid scenery caused an indigo complexion
To drift so carefree
The moonlight reflects in the pool of darker times
Inter sink to darker measures
The submariner seeks pride from depths hard to find forever waiting
A pool of strange things
Its skill
Its craving
Its comfort
Its quill
And outside I think its raining
Why'd you leave me
Because of my depression
You used to complete me
But I guess I learned a lesson
Things are even
But don't even out
The deep sea divers in doubt

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
And these 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 are still hovering
This day is slipping
I feel my feet drift
Torn that city skin
I walk the beat swift
The sun sets
The moon lives
Those blue hours
Those blue hours
Those blue hours
That blue shift

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Writer(s): Archy Ivan Marshall