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I'd often think about it My life under the sea I wanted not to tell you My God, what happened to me? If moisture wasn't empty There'd be some certainty I sometimes think about it With glee, it never happened to me There's someone in the bed frame that holds some power over me I float above the headboard, yet slide beneath the sheets There's someone in the bedpost who says he sees what I see He told me not to tell you there's life in hesitancy I sometimes think about it My life under the sea It's chilling and repulsive And blinded by reverie There's someone in my bedroom Who says he's infinity I tried to wash the dirt out But look what happened to me From Letras Mania