Eyes are the sea
As calm as glass
Silver is your mind
A school of spawning fish
I look in the mirror
But I'm not there
I look closer...
Your hair is green
It's tangled in my hands
Like looking through a blemish
On the back of a mirror
I go deeper...
I look at the carpet
Silver moving grains of sand
Dust from a dying star
Covering my hands
Look at all the plankton
Hanging out with the plankton...
I wanted to dive deep
Marvel and then lie down
Just layed down at the bottom
Just lying there, I'm drowned
Look at all the plankton
Hanging out with the plankton...