In the deepest ocean　　at the bottom of the sea　　your eyes　　they turn me　　why should i stay here?　　why should i stay?　　i'd be crazy not to follow　　follow where you lead　　your eyes　　they turn me　　sunk without a trace　　the bottom of the deep　　your eyes　　they turn me　　turn me into phantoms　　i follow to the edge of the earth　　and fall off　　everybody leaves if they get the chance　　and this is my chance　　hidden by the waters　　we're fishies　　looked over by the world　　we're fishies　　we're planning to escape