Bottom of the Ocean

I’ll find the answers at the bottom of the ocean
Digging a hole in search of gold
Using fictions from the pictures in my brain
Scratching smiles on every face
Cutting out the clouds for sunshine
You be the end of my book
Where everyone’s crazy
I see the summertime
Follow the dotted line
This could be the only reason we were left here
Throwing out gold in search of more
Closing doors just open a couple more
Who’s to say I’d walk right through yours
Before I’d walk through mine
Where I’ll be the king of my town
And we’ll all go crazy
I see the summertime
Never ending in my mind