I hear you calling me from the bottom of the deep blue sea
everybody knows that’s where you want to put me
on a gloomy day, on a gloomy day
I hear you calling me
Go to Calvary be a martyr for me
a second suite for thee is just beginning
on a gloomy day where no one plays
Lah da da dee dee da da
Things I’ve held before like the unmoored bed
Oh, what to be? Oh, and what to see and
oh, what to know in the freezing snow?
Can it really be, can it really be
that they’re calling me?
And where are the blows that will bring him down?
And where are the words that she can sing him now?
Where are the clothes for the one’s in show biz
If they wear it well?
Were I not to disappear into sleep
Everybody wakes up and slowly goes to work
Everybody knows it’s time to go there
To the deep blue sea