Another Sea
Walking all alone
In this city made of gold
Has my feet turning green
Here everything is fake
From the gold pleated snakes
To the scraps of my dreams
I hold my head up high
Although I really don't know why
Only the sky looks down on me
I guess that's the way I am
Since the other fishes swam
To another sea
In this city made of gold
Has my feet turning green
Here everything is fake
From the gold pleated snakes
To the scraps of my dreams
I hold my head up high
Although I really don't know why
Only the sky looks down on me
I guess that's the way I am
Since the other fishes swam
To another sea