Atlantis (Part 2)

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