|
I woke up underground |
|
Not a light, not a sound |
|
I threw my voice into the dark |
|
But the dark had no remark, |
|
Just repeated what I said |
|
Claustrophobic at first |
|
Struck by hunger and thirst |
|
I stood up and looked around |
|
There was nothing to be found |
|
Just a world I couldn't see |
|
And I heard whoo |
|
I can't see you now |
|
I'll find my way underground |
|
Then my fear began to ease |
|
From far away was felt a breeze |
|
Telling me to move along |
|
Move along there's nothing wrong |
|
So I cornered my resolve |
|
Took a breath and took a step |
|
Encountered metal on my left |
|
What a strange thing to find |
|
Metal in this place of mine |
|
Running lengthwise down the hall |
|
And I heard whoo |
|
Then a light shown through the black |
|
I was standing on a track |
|
That little light began to grow |
|
There was no where I could go |
|
Oh oh and the ground began to shake |
|
No time left to hit the brake |
|
That little light was closing in |
|
And suddenly I'm falling |
|
Oh I see you now, oh |
|
You found me here underground |
