Lyrics Peter Broderick

Peter Broderick

Below It

in the sight of eight lakes

in the sound of screaming girls

in the sight of black black black

in the view of ground ground ground

ground ground ground

below, below me

beneath, beneath me

below, below me

beneath, beneath me

in the sight of red red red

red blood

in the thought of getting caught

caught under the water

under the water

below, below it

beneath, beneath it

below, below it

beneath, beneath it

and with his fingers he would push

and with his fingers he would pull

and with his fingers he would push

to come back up

and with his fingers he would push

and with his fingers he would pull

and with his fingers he would push

to come back up...

below, below it

beneath, beneath it

below, below it

beneath, beneath it