It feels, in dreams, that everything's there for you.
The city breathes and pulses, its fuel, electron blue.
I knew, that you could see right through it.
So this is where you give in to the machine,
lift up your voice, feel gravity's pull
and drown out the siren's ring -o
h...

It's all here where I keep it, It's all in the submarine.
It's all a lot less frightening than we would've had it be.
And that's the good news, my darling, it is what it's going to be.
So sing, sing for the submarine.

I tried to explain how it all begins, how its all destroyed and built again.
I knew, that you could not believe me.
But now you're here and it's different, how the light shines in your eyes
and every second a century...
It's then that I realised. The world as we know it. A high speed train.
We'll pick it all up and start again.

It's all here where I keep it, It's all in the submarine.
It's all a lot less frightening than we would've had it be.
And that's the good news, my darling, it is what it's going to be.
So sing, sing for the submarine.

The city did not collapse in a shudder, the rain it never came.
At least my confessions made you laugh, I know it's a little crazed.
But these dreams, they seem so real to me.

It's all here where I keep it, It's all in the submarine.
It's all a lot less frightening than we would've had it be.
And that's the good news, my darling, it is what it's going to be.
So sing, sing for the submarine.

And so this is where you trust me, that this where it begins.
It's all a lot less frightening, we're here in the interim.
Tyrell and his mechanical owl, a moth disguised as a leaf.
Don't tell me what tomorrow brings, we cllimb into the hidden machine. And sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing.
Sing, sing for the submarine.


 

 

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