Going Under - The Eastern Plain, Christine Smit

We’re going under

And there’s nothing we can do

You’ve become me

And I’ve become you

In this story

It’s such a hard beat

Pounding in your chest

The final hour

Before we let it go to rest

And end our story

End our story

If you make no promise

There’s no regret

It’s over by the time you

Finish your cigarette

We’re so into blue skies

But we don’t hear the thunder

We’re dreaming ‘bout the past

But going under

We’re going under

(Ah)

All for the better

We turn and walk away

All for the better

At least that’s what they say

And now it’s over

Yeah now it’s over

Wish we had done this

Wish we had done that

Wait another minute and

You’re just a silhouette

So into blue skies

But we don’t hear the thunder

Dreaming ‘bout the past

But going under

We’re going under

(Ah, ah, oh-ah-oh, oh-ah-oh)

(Ah, ah, oh-ah-oh, oh-ah-oh, oh-ah-oh)

Wish we had done this

Wish we had done that

Wait another minute and

You’re just a silhouette

So into blue skies

But we don’t hear the thunder

Dreaming ‘bout the past

But going under

We’re going under

We’re going under

We’re going under