When I was seven I asked my mother To trip me to the bay And put me on a ship And lower me down Lower me out of here
Because when I was seven I wanted to live in a bathysphere
Between coral Silent eel Silver swordfish I can't really feel or dream down here
And if the water should cut my line (*2) Set me free And if the water should cut my line Set me free, I don't mind I'll be the lost sailor, my home is the sea
When I was seven My father said to me 'but you can't swim' And I've never dreamed of the sea again
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