Something about you makes me nauseous,
Something makes the blood run cold,
Caution is the order of the day,
Now you've been told.
I will not let you be at ease in here,
Or let you put the shield down,
There's not a mouse that stirs in this estate,
But makes a sound.
I would find it easier to breathe down in the Indian
sea,
Under the water, under the water, that's where I
want to be.
Under the water, under the water, that's where I
want to be.
Ten A.M. and here I am again,
In an alley going down
through the cobble to the city hub,
I love this town.
I see graffiti on the cenotaph,
The mist that hides the rock of years,
I think the bones are turning in the grave,
And no one hears.
I would find it easier to breathe down in the Indian
sea,
Under the water, under the water, that's where I
want to be.
Under the water, under the water, that's where I
want to be.
It spat me out it spat me out.
The knight who silently swings in the leaves,
He whispers warnings in the wind,
He tells me I must find another way,
And turn again.
But I have seen the worst these knights can do,
I was a lonely kitchen hand,
And Beaumains was the name the gave to
me,
In my own land.
I would find it easier to breathe down in the
deep Galilee.
Under the water, under the water, that's
where I want to be.
Under the water, under the water, that's
where I want to be.
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