Won’t you take me to Atlantis?
We could look on buried things
The fish look like the city lights
From far away
Tonight you look perfect
If memory serves me Well
The Water’s the coldest
Where the flows are the oldest
Won’t you take me to Atlantis?
We can look on buried things
Remember days on the pillowcase
So far away
Tonight you look perfect
I’m dreaming I can tell
But loving is feeling
When living is healing
