When I talk about control My throat gets sore and swole When I talk about what makes me mad My hands ball into fists There must be something bad Deep down Deep down, Deep down There must be something bad and broken Deep, deep down When I think about what makes me smile It doesn't take too long to cross the aisle Before I make a joyful noise, I'm living for my lover's voice From the wreckage in my core My triumphs and my oldest scores Deep down, deep down There must be something worth preserving Deep, deep down Saturday The sun is glowing And life is easy The days are frozen (But the river still is flowing) Saturday The sun is glowing And life is easy The days are frozen But the river still is flowing Deep, deep down A dark river still flowing Miles underground