The Ocean Floor, Pt. 2

I'll march across the ocean aided by brittle stars
The sun is fiction, it means nothing
I find myself spinning and chasing
Lights long gone

I feel like a stranger
I feel like a salesman
I feel quite alien
I feel my eyes growing
We know more about the surface of the moon
Than the bottom of the sea

We will spend her last days on the lake
I wish she could speak my language
Who am I to decide if she lives or dies
I'm not God and I'm barely a man

I feel like a phony
I feel like a bore and what's more
Yours is thе only face I can stand to face
I'd like to say I'm sorry to all of my friеnds