My Own Private Rapture

Every fathom we passed
First to the last
I want them back

Spiral stairways of smoke
Explosive bolts
Loosening holds

Fantasies
Holding me captive
Here
Can you imagine?

Earthquakes under my skin
Anchors i've lost
Ripples i've been

Green light luring me down
Where i can breathe but
Sorrows are drowned

You and me

Dreams
That i capture
And keep
My own private rapture
Of the deep

There's still a way home
There's still a way home