There's a well at the bottom of the ocean

There beyond the light is a wishing well

It's filled up with the tears

The tears of lovers and saints

I'm going down there now

To the bottom of the ocean

To the Mariana Trench

With the plastic bags

And dead, dead fish

I'm gonna throw in a coin for Saint Peter

And the wife that Saint Peter left behind

Let the coin of mine fill the ocean

With the tears of lovers and saints.

I won't cry at the bottom of the ocean

You know the pressure's far too great

I'll just throw in a coin and pray

I'll pray that those tears will fill my lungs

Maybe they'll fall on that plastic bag too

It's okay darlin' I won't cry over you

At the wishing well beyond the light

You make your own light with which to see.