I know we're too far away when I see be-steepled pains
Nothing is revealed by the brow of a hill
And I believe in maps that you drew
I didn't see the moon hanging in the sky
And I need its cool, pale face
To believe in this place and to believe your lies
Imagination, go! And free me from your secrets
Well does any one love me?
'Cause I asked the deep sea
But it wouldn't speak to me
Our wandering eyes met fleetingly in window glass
And we're etched on a block of night
It's something that I will treasure
If only to hear the stories
You don't seems to know how to tell
'Cause I asked the deep sea
But it wouldn't speak to me