Texty: Deas Vail. Atlantis.

Stuck in a world of water and glass
Of recycled air and years that have passed
No one's gonna find us here
They don't know to look
No rescue is coming
No one's gonna find us here
They don't know to look
No rescue is coming

We took away to make our homes
Now nothing remains from all of our hunger
We gave into our need to own
So the tide in its rage has taken us under

We are waiting to be found
At the bottom of the earth
And frequently we'll send a melody
To the surface of the womb
Where our hope of notice looms
From the perfect place for all humanity
In the valley of the deep

Death is a stranger with tricks up his sleeves
We'll always need but we'll never receive
No one's gonna find us here
They don't know to look
No rescue is coming
No one's gonna find us here
They don't know to look
No rescue is coming

We are waiting to be found
At the bottom of the earth
And frequently we'll send a melody
To the surface of the womb
Where our hope of notice looms
From the perfect place for all humanity
From the valley of the deep

I want to see those gardens where I used to pray
Where I watched the sun come up and evening turn to
Daylight never seems to find this place
This black is a permanent reminder that

We are waiting to be found
At the bottom of the earth
And frequently we'll send a melody
To the surface of the womb
Where our hope of notice looms
From the perfect place for all humanity
In the valley of the deep