Underwater کے بول

Got nothing good for your kids Their little souls made of stone Forever haunting the dead Won't leave the spirits alone The sound of tin in my ears I learned that comfort was cheap The party lasted for years And now I'm crippled you see Pretty little thing Take it very slow Take it very slow When you're on your own All alone Make it very slow, make it very slow When you're on your own All alone Take it very slow Make it very slow Under water We're losing oxygen The fuel is slowly running out We won't wake up again But someone else will come around We're losing oxygen The fuel is slowly running out We won't wake up again But someone else will come around We're losing oxygen The fuel is slowly running out We won't wake up again But someone else will come around