At the bottom of the ocean,   there aren't many cares,   just many miles of broken   ships are lying there.   There aren't any people,   they've all disappeared.   And what of all the treasure,   well it's not what it appeared.      At the bottom of the ocean,   about twenty thousand leagues,   just shy of Atlantis,   lies a part of me.   Fast asleep and dreaming   of daylight up above,   far removed from sunshine,   and far too cold for love.      At the bottom of the ocean,   there aren't any cares,   just many miles of broken   dreams are lying there.