submarinos

It could be
That we’re all at the bottom of the sea
Inside submarines
Dreaming this reality

It could be
That our steps together lead nowhere
Or run down the right avenue
In the current of enchantments
Or run down the right avenue
In the current of enchantments

I don’t want to shield myself from the murky waters of tomorrow
I’ll tear down my defenses
Hum (tomorrow), hum