Davey Jones' Locker

At the edge of consciousness,
Where the lines they start to fade.
Where the spirit goes undressed,
Of all malice and brocade.
At the edges,
Silvery edges,
Where the mirror,
Bends and stretches.
Cross the edges,
Of this world,
Where the water,
Crash and curls.
Take me down,
Take me down,
Davey Jones, yeah.
Take me down.
Take me down,
Davey Jones,
Davey Jones, yeah,
Take me down.
Where the sands they blow and shift
Borne away now on a drift,
Where the sands they blow and shift,
Borne away now on a drift.
Maybe I can free myself,
Dancing with the swaying kelp.
Maybe I'll redeem myself,
Swimming with the swaying kelp.
Take me down,
Take me down,
Davey Jones, yeah.
Take me down.
Davey Jones,
Davey Jones,
Davey Jones, yeah,
Take me down.
Ah, yeah.
Let me dance,
Wanna dance,
Wanna dance,
Let me see the blue sky.
I can dance,
Gonna dance,
Wanna see the blue sky,
Gonna dance,
Holding fragment,
Holding fragment,
Holding chimera,
Twisting fragments.
Lifting fragments,
Only figments,
Only chimera.
You're the one that got away,
You're the one that got away,
You're the one they couldn't touch,
Just the one that got away.
At the edges,
Silvery edges,
Where the mirror it,
Bends and stretches.
At the edges,
Of this world,
Where the water,
Crash and curls.