By the darkest ocean lies the deepest sand Like the way that I'm a girl and she's a man Drag yourself to stand as you fall to the floor Your own mess is your mistake but not your fault There's a time when you're on your own You and I will go round and round As the infant dosed sectarian approach Can wash away the sins of your own hopes Just as babies cry, pensioners close their eyes Not a choice to live when you have to survive You and I will go round and round Infantile but still fully grown You can find what you do not know It's not a lie, just a dream Just a dream Just a dream, that we can't understand You and I (that we can't understand) Infantile (that we can't understand) You can find (that we can't understand) It's not a lie (that we can't understand)