Audrey - Submerged lyrics

The world is underwater. We live on the islands, the tall parts of the world where there is still dry land. We live in a new Pangaea. I am one of the few that search the submerged cities. I am one of the few that are still looking for when it all went wrong. I am one of the few that are submerged. Chapter 2 by Amelia Rose Everyone knows how it happened. The sea levels rose from global warming, slowly at first, and then all at once, like the crack in a dam, not seeming like too big of a problem when it's barely leaking, but all of a sudden, a much bigger matter when whole towns are flooded. Yeah, it's like a crack in a dam. Except its not just a town down the river that's flooded. It's entire countries. The Maldives is no longer the lowest country in the world. It no longer exists. Not much remains of France, either. In fact, the world has shrunk considerably. Everyone knows how it happened. We all know about the technicalities with the icecaps, the problems that ensued from the world growing hotter. There are rumours that we, humans, caused it. Rumours of burning fuels millions of years old, and damaging the earth ourselves. I don't know if these rumours hold any truth. It's been so long that it's hard to know if anything holds truth. What I do know is true are the cities, filled with clues, hidden in the depths of the waters. Along with Joan, that is where I search. We look for truth, and we know that soon, we will find that truth. Chapter 3 by Amelia Rose "Joan, have you ever wondered whether fish have feelings?" I ask. It is late, and the stars are shining high above us, as we float on the calm sea. Our boat is anchored to the top of a tall skyscraper. We are above a city with lots of skyscrapers. They are dotted out above the water, sometimes reaching up into the sky a little further. A lot of the buildings here show, partly because there are many tall buildings, and partly because the water here is not as deep as it is in other places. "What, like, when a fish is eaten, it is hurt? Of course I think fish have feelings." Joan replies, chuckling softly. I smile. "No, that's not what I meant. Like, do fish get sad?" I say, trailing my hand in the water. We are lying at the back of the boat, on the flat platform just above the water, on which we do our dives off. "I mean, I don't think so. I feel as though fish aren't smart enough to have emotions." She pauses, thinking, before continuing. "Well, I suppose it would depend on which fish. Like, a small one? Probably not. One of those dolphin things, those are really smart and presumably have some kind of emotion." I nod, and the conversation drifts into a peaceful silence. It is how our nights usually go, with strange late thoughts and silent stargazing. Sometimes, on the warm nights, we swim, chasing around the half-submerged towers like children in a school playground, or schools of fish in the sea below us. Some nights, we settle into the bed on the boat together, and watch a film on her old tablet, that still somehow works, and can charge from the solar power we get while we dive during the day. It is a sweet nightlife, and almost always ends with a soft kiss, and a warm embrace as we fall asleep together. Sometimes, there is more than that, but most nights, we are content just to be together. "Do you think that we're doing something useful out here? Something worthwhile?" She says, after a long moment of silence. "Searching for answers? Of course I think it's worthwhile. It's all I can afford to think. What else could I believe?" I pause, and look to the dark, mysterious water, and say in a softer voice, "That it's all for nothing?" She sighs. "I suppose you're right. I just worry sometimes that we'll never find the answers we want. That we'll never find the truth." I look over to her and smile softly, rea**uringly. "We'll find something soon. I can feel it, Joan. We're close." She nods, and again the conversation dies off and we return to stargazing. After a few minutes, she sighs, and stands. "Well, I'm heading to bed, Audrey."