Sweet Blue Cage

Glass blowers
Standing by the ocean shore
Pretending
Spending hours on the ocean floor
Live cargo
Arriving to six open arms and a crowbar
Pry it open on the ocean stage
I want to see you in my sweet blue cage
Oh, baby
I want to see you in my sweet blue cage
Oh, baby
Oh, baby
When I'm lonely
I remember
I want to go back
It was wet there
And moving
I was tied in a sack
Sometimes breathing
Becomes a little too hard
Our little prisoner is coming of age
I want to see you in my sweet blue cage
Oh, baby
I want to see you in my sweet blue cage
Oh, baby
Oh, baby