There's a girl who lives way down under the sea With the kind of soul you would only see in dreams She sleeps inside so comfortably in the crashing of the waves Safe from the vengeful and torrential rain Although her voice is magic All that she knew was tragic But it's fine She's got violet eyes and a lovely bed, the bohemian life she used to live Is quite a few years past its welcome She plays with sharks, electric eels and of course a giant octopus The most terrifying one she could find I'd sink down in the ocean Just to see her eyes in motion I would drown for her She's so good at being young but will she grow old? In her mind it's all the same so we sing and swim and sleep and learn Together French exits and no so-longs and I'm Locked in my sheets again Phantoms appear, they're flooding my years and Killing 'em away Those violet eyes and warm pillows all left to dust and Decompose as she wanted them to go I don't think she'd like the color roses her mom chose She was never one for style, instead, she just sang Oh she sang