Loked in a box deep down the ocean,
almost blind with nothin’ in my hands
I hear the gentle sound of the water…
well, it takes me and reminds me of all those days
Maybe I could walk away forever
even if I feel wrong in this way
I think I’ll be here ’till it’s all over,
’till the waves chase that sound full of shades
Someone’s knockin’ outside
or it’s just another bubble of air,
another bubble of air
I got a lot of keys to get out from here
but I got no hands to use them
I hear the gentle sound of the water…
well, it takes me and reminds me of all those days
It seems to me a voice is calling
but then I understand to be a fool,
to be a fool