In the hold, it was warm and close
We were packed skin to skin
I did my best to hold on to the window
As the captain called steady as she goes
Cold light under the sea
Dive slow, dive deep
Giant squid lunged at the submarine
As the sonar pinged and pinged
Four zero fathoms I could see
There was a world hidden from me
Cold light under the sea
Dive slow, dive deep
Childish tropes in glass bottom boats
Cypress groves west of Jacksonville
We piled in my car and struck out for the coast
To drink the shine off the waves at Daytona