The Diving Bell Gang of Youths

Come close to the eye, that I might only see you
Here from my side of my water of my blue screen blues
There's a path headed out to the bright lights
And a myriad of sways
And no dice for the radio silence
On our pirated waves

I'm a far-and-away-now vagrant
I'm drifted off coast
Settled in to a concrete rhythm
Beating slowly and close

And in the hands of a foreign danger
And in the enemy’s fire
As close as you've come to living
In a long long time

But I dreamed of voices
They were calling out to you
"Come alive, come alive in the fire"
I swear everything's true

Everything is true

Sleep now on the bed that so evades my breath
Don't dream of the days we’re given up
Through the night's unslept