Fiona Apple Фиона Эппл, амер. пев., 1977г.р. Sullen Girl

On 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