High Heeled Flippers

Long have I waited down under the waves, wrecked in the Grande Coral Ballroom.
 The ceiling's corroded and barnacles hold up the stage.
 The room's black as pitch, so your entrance was missed.
 You and your high heeled flippers, you know.
 Leaving fresh prints in one hundred years of sediment.
 Now I am forever stuck in my ways without sunshine to see.
 Just an electric ray cast adrift in sub time.
 What I'm trying to say, I've stopped breathing for so long I've forgotten.
 And I'm living in my hologram of memory.
 Electric tentacles swing to and fro.
 Silently pulsating faster.
 Gliding through eons of silence to join in the dance.
 The mind tricks the eye.
 Is it you that I see?
 Mary I swear that you're calling to me.
 I try to let go, but I've lost track of all that I know.
 Long have I waited Down under the Sea.
 Mary I know that someday you'll come calling for me.
 As I float here so impatiently.