Could I fall so very far, but never fall at all?
Falling for a single sweet, innocent beck and call.
I hear your voice within a voice, a voice inside my head.
It calls me during waking life, it calls me from my bed.
I see your eyes below layers of water, how deep you must be.
I feel your touch before we touch, I feel you inside of me.
How the fallen fall so beautifully, whispers in the night.
Silently we slip below the sea, as our dying spirits take flight.