Under solid ground not a sound is heard
My eyes are wide open
Yet can't see a thing
Only with the [bad word] the sparks
That lead my way to the hand
Pulling at my strings

Cracks in the ground open wide
Take a little trip into a dream
Deep in the cellar she hides
Wish she'd never found me

I'm so sorry I [bad word] before
I was looking for beauty
In planets of the sun
But I'm here tonight looking at your face
If not for my continence
I would try [bad word] 
No one will cry when you die
Take my little boat down to the sea
Under the waves I will hide
You can never find me

Washed into the arms of the shore
The sand is keeping me warm
I sleep safe and sound