The Deep

The Deep - Alphaville (阿爾伐城)

Deep in myself

I hear you like a distant sound

Deep in myself

Emitted from a secret distant star

Made out of yearning and of sweet desire

Which I would never tire of

Listening to like gentle ocean surf

Deep in myself

You're buried like a hidden treasure

Deep in myself

Within a chest filled up with withered comforts

On which I'm keeping ceaselessly my jealous eyes

In glaring embers and in raging ire

Deep in myself

You're resting like a heavy stone

Deep in myself

That's dragging me into the bottom of a lake

I'm sinking fast but never will I drown

And up above me I scry those little cockle boats

They cross the sky with tenderly entangled lovers

Deep in myself

Deep in myself

Deep in myself

Deep in myself

You're buried like a hidden treasure

Deep in myself

Deep in myself

Deep in myself

Deep in myself

Deep in myself