Periscope to Peace
When I wished on a little white dove, you called it fantasy.
But you never knew about love — that’s why we can’t agree.
Battle lines: you’ve been drawing all night — that’s what they’re telling me.
Okay, you can have this fight. For you I’ll bend the knee.
I see her sailing somewhere in the sky.
I hope she’ll make it, I never said goodbye.
Been living in a little white box, they call it therapy.
All day I’ve been chipping up rocks, and they just stare at me.
At night, when they’re making their rounds, I pretend to sleep.
Locked up, but on what grounds? When will I be free?
I see her sailing somewhere in the sky.
I hope she’ll make it, I never said goodbye.
Deep dive, searching for a sign — who drives this submarine?
The captain drank his wine and was never seen.
All the way to the ocean floor, we slowly sank beneath.
What was I looking for? The periscope to peace.
I see her sailing somewhere in the sky.
I hope she’ll make it, I never said goodbye.
Woke up feeling fine — nothing but a dream.
Realized, after wasting my time, I always had the key.
Black night almost made me go blind. Lost my identity.
But the sun still shines, and I can hear her sing:
I see him sailing somewhere in the sky.
I know he’ll make it, I’ll never say goodbye.
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