Sunshine in the submarine canyons.
Sunshine never sees the submarine canyons
The submarine canyons of slumber
The Monterey Canyon of your slumber
Nighttime fills the deep
Old nighttimes from the million years
Flake and settle in the sea
Slowly sink into the silence

Sunshine and the submarine engines
The engines that drive the sun under
Petrol for the submarine sun engines
Petrol for the engines of the sun
Petrol for the submarine engines of the sun
Petrol for the coral renouncements
Petrol for the coral engineers
In WW2 the seabees
They made landing strips out of coral, you know.
They'd wet it and, still living, it'd fuse
Living landing strips!
A living landing strip held up the Enola Gay
For take off and for landing
just a little lighter than before