Stuck in a world of water and glass   Of recycled air and years that have passed   No one's gonna find us here   They don't know to look   No rescue is coming   No one's gonna find us here   They don't know to look   No rescue is coming      We took away to make our homes   Now nothing remains from all of our hunger   We gave into our need to own   So the tide in its rage has taken us under      We are waiting to be found   At the bottom of the earth   And frequently we'll send a melody   To the surface of the womb   Where our hope of notice looms   From the perfect place for all humanity   In the valley of the deep      Death is a stranger with tricks up his sleeves   We'll always need but we'll never receive   No one's gonna find us here   They don't know to look   No rescue is coming   No one's gonna find us here   They don't know to look   No rescue is coming      We are waiting to be found   At the bottom of the earth   And frequently we'll send a melody   To the surface of the womb   Where our hope of notice looms   From the perfect place for all humanity   From the valley of the deep      I want to see those gardens where I used to pray   Where I watched the sun come up and evening turn to   Daylight never seems to find this place   This black is a permanent reminder that      We are waiting to be found   At the bottom of the earth   And frequently we'll send a melody   To the surface of the womb   Where our hope of notice looms   From the perfect place for all humanity   In the valley of the deep