I'm not convinced I'm a mistake Floating through life, isn't it great? But she disagrees, she thinks I'm a fraud Lapping it up, I feed on applause Wasting the days, sucking my thumb Sleeping around, nothing gets done But it's a disease I cannot afford to shake Where haven't I been? Isn't it great? It's passion underwater Like burning underwater The movement of the ocean is tired of the water It's passion