Far below the surface, where the women sway
Green shadows greet another day
Drowned for the moment, on an empty ocean bed
And I cannot lift my head
Late for an appointment, clothes everywhere
I cannot find my mem'ry anywhere
Ah, disappointment just doesn't care
Off in the distance just waiting there
Take back her keys, what shall we do today?
Maybe a little lunch down at the ghost cafe
Sand in my sandals, my blood feels like red wine
They say, "Hey, everything will work out fine."
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