What's it like at the bottom of the ocean
I will tell you if you but simply lend an ear
The silt is disturbed by the slightest motion
And know one here, I know, knows fear
Mostly, because there is no one here at all
As it is dark and cold, and weighs heavy on you
And no seasons either, neither summer nor fall
And, unlike what you'd think, it's black, not blue
Down here, yes, this abyssal plain is my home
Near the edge of an oceanic trench, even deeper
And while yes, I am far from light and sea foam
I couldn't find rent elsewhere that was any cheaper
I don't mind it so much, to be completely honest
I mean, you're always free to visit, if you can
I'd rather be here, with nothing on my chest
And nothing but the cool black and the sand