Sullen Girl de Fiona Apple

Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself
All day, and all night
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath
I say to myself I need fuel to take flight

And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves
In the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves
In the blue of my oblivion

Is that why they call me a sullen girl, sullen girl?
They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea
But he washed me ashore and he took my pearl
And left and empty shell of me

And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves
In the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves
In the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves
In the blue of my oblivion
It's calm under the waves
In the blue of my oblivion