The Diving Bell Songtext
von The Good

Fare the well
Please don't let'em tip my diving bell

I'm lost at sea
In present company
Mouths are moving like machinery

The pressure drops
My ears begin to pop
The dinner cocktail hour is drifting off

Fare the well
I'm plummeting the depths of my diving bell

Another sun
Another moon
Another man could've penned
Another tune
He may have even looked a bit like you

Another time
Another place
Another man coulda made the same mistakes
And I can't take the parallels


Fare the well
No one's gonna tip my diving bell

All I can hear
In my underwater clear
A rush of blood pounding upon my ear drums

A bathroom stall
My admiral's cabin
Water seeping and I fall asleep again

Another day
Another year
Another carousel through the nothingsphere
Infinitely unaware
Another me
Another you
Another space I can torpedo to
Hidden in the bathroom

Fare the well
Please don't let'em tip my diving bell

I'm lost at sea
Trailing through these city streets
Beyond the other world is rippling