Dead poets' favorite time

[Intro] [Instrumental Interlude] [Chorus] Like Cousteau in his bathyscaphe Looking for my best life at the bottom On my shoulders a neck, on my neck a scarf. And just above it's late autumn [Instrumental Hook] [Verse 1] Dead poets' favorite time Full of romance and mysticism Then it's easier to find a rhyme Laying out words like light through a prism [musical breakdown] [Verse 2] The world goes quietly mad We're all here in the same ward It's neither good nor bad Unless you think you're a king or a lord. [Instrumental Hook] [Verse 3] The cold draws patterns on the windows I'm counting the cracks in the ceiling Somebody's nightmares are bitten by black widows. Some are poison, some are healing [musical breakdown] [Verse 4] I don't ask the cuckoo How long I have left to live It's sure to never tell the truth It's not living, it's more like survive [Instrumental Hook] [Bridge] My obsessive thoughts My kryptonite. Confuse my plots They rob me of my might [Chorus] Like Cousteau in his bathyscaphe Looking for my best life at the bottom On my shoulders a neck, on my neck a scarf. And just above it's late autumn [Instrumental Hook] [Verse 3] The cold draws patterns on the windows I'm counting the cracks in the ceiling Somebody's nightmares are bitten by black widows. Some are poison, some are healing [musical breakdown] [Verse 4] I don't ask the cuckoo How long I have left to live It's sure to never tell the truth It's not living, it's more like survive [Instrumental Hook] [Bridge] My obsessive thoughts My kryptonite. Confuse my plots They rob me of my might [Chorus] Like Cousteau in his bathyscaphe Looking for my best life at the bottom On my shoulders a neck, on my neck a scarf. And just above it's late autumn [Instrumental Hook] [Verse 1] Dead poets' favorite time Full of romance and mysticism Then it's easier to find a rhyme Laying out words like light through a prism [musical breakdown] [Verse 2] The world goes quietly mad We're all here in the same ward It's neither good nor bad Unless you think you're a king or a lord. [Chorus] Like Cousteau in his bathyscaphe Looking for my best life at the bottom On my shoulders a neck, on my neck a scarf. And just above it's late autumn [Extended Outro] [Fade to End] [End]