If they built glass houses
Beneath the sea
Would you be willing
To come with me
The water would warm my soul
As the sun shimmers like gold
Cutting through the depths
In the ocean blue
Fish would swim over us
Our own exotic beings
And coral would form
An outside garden paradise
Everything unseen
Would be visible
So close at hand
In our own exotic paradise
Beneath the sea
Would you be willing
To come with me
The water would warm my soul
As the sun shimmers like gold
Cutting through the depths
In the ocean blue
Fish would swim over us
Our own exotic beings
And coral would form
An outside garden paradise
Everything unseen
Would be visible
So close at hand
In our own exotic paradise
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