Atlantis

Stuck in a world of water and glass Of recycled air and years that have passed No one's gonna find us here They don't know to look No rescue is coming No one's gonna find us here They don't know to look No rescue is coming We took away to make our homes Now nothing remains from all of our hunger We gave into our need to own So the tide in its rage has taken us under We are waiting to be found At the bottom of the earth And frequently we'll send a melody To the surface of the womb Where our hope of notice looms From the perfect place for all humanity In the valley of the deep Death is a stranger with tricks up his sleeves We'll always need but we'll never receive No one's gonna find us here They don't know to look No rescue is coming No one's gonna find us here They don't know to look No rescue is coming We are waiting to be found At the bottom of the earth And frequently we'll send a melody To the surface of the womb Where our hope of notice looms From the perfect place for all humanity From the valley of the deep I want to see those gardens where I used to pray Where I watched the sun come up and evening turn to Daylight never seems to find this place This black is a permanent reminder that We are waiting to be found At the bottom of the earth And frequently we'll send a melody To the surface of the womb Where our hope of notice looms From the perfect place for all humanity In the valley of the deep