Teaching snails to make pearls Coating with plastic, and elastic world The essence of a thing cannot be bottled But bottled up, you are, as if life frightens you Without dreams or memories You're caught between me and the devil And the deep blue sea ♪ Dreams of crumbling houses Always a staircase, leading to the stars Hope and fear in collision We need to creep around the edges of our lives Without dreams or memories You're caught between me and the devil And the deep blue sea ♪ Without dreams or memories You're caught between me and the devil And the deep blue sea