Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself 
All day -- and all night 
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath 
I say to myself 
I need fuel -- to take flight -- 
And there's too much going on 
But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion 
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion 

Is that why they call me a sullen girl -- sullen girl 
They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea 
but he washed my shore and he took my perl 
And left and empty shell of me 

And there's too much going on 
But it's clam under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion 
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion 
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion 
It's calm under the waves in the blur of my oblivion