Mondays come and go
People we have known are drawings on my bathroom mirror
Flowers grow and die
You and I are prints on a pile of ashes
Golden dust
I’m going right under because it feels right
I’m going right under when you hold me tight
Hearts of thunder racing through the night
I’m going right under because it feels right
I’m going right under before I can go on
Before I can go on
Moonlight story times
A tower and its chimes
It’s calling for a brand new morning
The dust in daylight
Hopes and fears collide
You must be longing for the passing over
I’m going right under because it feels right
I’m going right under when you hold me tight
Hearts of thunder racing through the night
I’m going right under because it feels right
I’m going right under before I can go on
Before I can go on
Are you still here?
Are you still here?
I’m going right under because it feels right
I’m going right under when you hold me tight.