I know what to say, I'm just a day or two away and still I'm diving hydroplanes into the sea. Endless alphabets for winning endless arguments, we're crashing into waves, they're tearing off our wings. In the deep, deep, black, black sea, you're following me. And I need some air, the sea is swallowing me away. Sunbathe on the deck, the neighbors crane their rubber necks to see you sail your new tattoos into the sun. Ashes in the ice box and schematics in the sand box – We’re alive! We're diving planes! We're drunk! In the deep, deep, black, black sea, you're following me. And I need some air...