DESCRIPTION:
Atlantis, from Deas Vail's latest album, Birds And Cages.

You can check them out at http://myspace.com/deasvail

Lyrics:
Stuck in a world of water and glass -- of recycled air and years that have passed.
No one's going to find us here.
They don't know to look. To rescue is coming.
No one's going to find us here.
They don't know to look. To rescue is coming.
We took away to make our homes.
Now nothing remains from all of our hunger.
We gave into our need to own, so the tide in its rage has taken us under.

We are waiting to be found, at the bottom of the earth, and frequently we'll send a melody.
To the surface of the womb, where our hope of notice looms.
From the place for all humanity -- from the valley of the deep.

Death is a stranger with tricks up his sleeves that we'll always need but we'll never receive.
No one's going to find us here.
They don't know to look, no rescue is coming.
No one's going to find us here.
They don't know to look, no rescue is coming.

We are waiting to be found, at the bottom of the earth, and frequently we'll send a melody.
To the surface of the womb, where our hope of notice looms.
From the place for all humanity -- from the valley of the deep.

I wanna see those gardens where I used to pray.
Where I'd watch the sun come up and evening turned to day.
Light never seems to find this place.
This black is a permanent reminder that...
We are waiting to be found, at the bottom of the earth, and frequently we'll send a melody.
To the surface of the womb, where our hope of notice looms.
From the place for all humanity -- from the valley of the deep...