Mondays come and go People we have known are drawings on my bathroom mirror Flowers grow and die You and I are prints on a pile of ashes Golden dust I’m going right under because it feels right I’m going right under when you hold me tight Hearts of thunder racing through the night I’m going right under because it feels right I’m going right under before I can go on Before I can go on Moonlight story times A tower and its chimes It’s calling for a brand new morning The dust in daylight Hopes and fears collide You must be longing for the passing over I’m going right under because it feels right I’m going right under when you hold me tight Hearts of thunder racing through the night I’m going right under because it feels right I’m going right under before I can go on Before I can go on Are you still here? Are you still here? I’m going right under because it feels right I’m going right under when you hold me tight.