spending the day in a submarine listening watching the waters go passin by me but i do not mind everything moving was dragging behind i am just looking for something to find sometimes waters before me waters behind many miles of love in there when i was not waiting on anything anything came sat quietly on a moving moment under the rain everything changing but im still the same trying it over and over again my friend no pride to swallow but a heart not hollow seeing many miles of love in there to the lamp that well within through your life has always been all good ships are made of skin theres a passenger inside you all your good and your bad all your happy and sad be there many miles of love in there