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 shore and he took my pearl
and left an 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

-fiona apple, sullen girl