Submarine from Window Seat by Spaceport

They say
Past the horizon there’s a plane in the high sky, and
Over the planet there’s a sun that shines at night, and
Over and over, the world it turns, turns wrong and right, and
I’d like to find a way to ride on a satellite

But I’m a shadow version of me
Trapped in the depths of the sea, so to speak
Hey, take me out of my tank, and
Show me a rude awakening, and
Give me something to be, or not to be
Give me air to breathe, a reckoning

It’s just what the body needs
So why does it all feel so distant to me
Someday, I’ll make it
There can only be one

It’s been
Sardines and saltines, I want
Green chiles, and
Dairy Queen the treat, a
World famous Subway sandwich, have it
Sweetly, leisurely, at a botanical garden

It’s just what the body needs
So why does it all feel so distant to me
Someday, I’ll make it
There can only be one

I’m stuck in a screen
Like a lost submarine
I wanna scratch the surface sheen
I wanna rise but I keep sinking

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