This old mountainside where we used to reside,
is slowly recalling the things we discovered inside,
oh the crystal caves.
We shed both our jackets, and I hammered brackets,
from old metal chairs to the walls for a crude set of stairs,
to lead us down.
You tied a rope to the steep burning slope, a jerry-rigged harness,
so we could descend in the dark,
but the tide came in and we found ourselves in the sea.
Deep underwater we both found that we could still breathe,
so we spent the day submerged,
and we swam the evening away.
The water was clear like the pure atmosphere,
as we kicked and fluttered through caverns all cluttered with age,
and the afterglow.
We swam hand in hand over white satin sand,
and you left a ribbon to honour the pale gibbon moon,
but that was years ago.
And we never came up for air, down there.
We can go anywhere, (under the moon).
The old world was dying while we took our flying,
like paragreen falcons beneath the transparent blue waves,
far below the surf.
And we spent the hours with submarine flowers,
I knew I'd remember that day in November, as we,
felt alive again.
'cause we found ourselves in the sea,
deep underwater we both found that we could still breathe,
so we spent the day submerged,
and we swam the evening away.
We swam the evening away...
is slowly recalling the things we discovered inside,
oh the crystal caves.
We shed both our jackets, and I hammered brackets,
from old metal chairs to the walls for a crude set of stairs,
to lead us down.
You tied a rope to the steep burning slope, a jerry-rigged harness,
so we could descend in the dark,
but the tide came in and we found ourselves in the sea.
Deep underwater we both found that we could still breathe,
so we spent the day submerged,
and we swam the evening away.
The water was clear like the pure atmosphere,
as we kicked and fluttered through caverns all cluttered with age,
and the afterglow.
We swam hand in hand over white satin sand,
and you left a ribbon to honour the pale gibbon moon,
but that was years ago.
And we never came up for air, down there.
We can go anywhere, (under the moon).
The old world was dying while we took our flying,
like paragreen falcons beneath the transparent blue waves,
far below the surf.
And we spent the hours with submarine flowers,
I knew I'd remember that day in November, as we,
felt alive again.
'cause we found ourselves in the sea,
deep underwater we both found that we could still breathe,
so we spent the day submerged,
and we swam the evening away.
We swam the evening away...