كلمات A Thousand Lost Golf Balls

Way beneath the waves cobblestones and suvs Flow through ancient streets, the floors of silent seas Way back in libraries lost our little heads were graced with straws In the waste we found a place, a bed of broken jaws And in the night We listen to the rats Scuttling over broken glass Somewhere in the debris Maybe there's a dream Somewhere in the dark Maybe there's a heart It's always night or we would not need light