Oceans Deep

Oceans deep

No remedy

Have I said to much?

Or should I have not spoken?

Blue wish

Window seas

Hard stuff desire

May I try an apple off the tree?

Could I be Adam?

Could I be Eve?

Fly high to the nearest beach

Paradise is not for me

Paradise is not for the weak

I'm waiting for the man from Galilee

To tell me the ocean was absorbed

By the cracks

Under the sea

I might of guessed

Paradise is not for me

That is my problem

And it is ocean's deep