On a golden sea, you don't need no memory.

Some songs see us sailing away, navigating foreign borders and climbing the waves. Someday your secret will be revealed; am I the one you're thinking of when the sun goes down into the water? We're struck by the still of the moon, hanging up there in the sky, as though a balloon. Anchored by an astronaut's patriot tune, we will buy a ship and fly to the land that would be rediscovered. We'll design a clever disguise or retreat to the bottom of the sea; we were destined to live out our lives underwater, you and me. We'll escape beneath a violet sky, clouds come and night falls; you seem different, oh my my ! Upon an endless trail of moonlight, they'll never realize that we have gone; we have dropped right out of, out of sight. We'll design a clever disguise or retreat to the bottom of the sea; we were destined to live out our lives underwater, you and me.