I know it’s absurd, (a ball and chain)
but, what’s my worth? (anchors away!)
What’s the extent of my validity?
A sea of blame. (a crushing weight)
A sea of shame. (a terrible fate)
A well without a drop of dignity.
I might just not be worthy of saving.

So never mind. (you best forget)
I’m a waste of time. (abandon ship!)
Although I may be drowning,
I fear I’ll sink (a terrible weight)
anyone who thinks, (a crushing fate)
despite the way I’m sounding,
that I somehow might be worthy of saving.

In my dreams of the deep
there’s something dark that lurks beneath.
There’s something dreadful below, looming
and it threatens to consume me.

They said I’d acted selfishly
when my legs gave out beneath me.
They held me responsible
when the ship I sailed was full of holes.
He said, “you have to ask me if you’re to be worthy of saving.”

Well, mayday! Mayday! Mayday!
I’m screaming, “mayday! Mayday! Mayday!”
If you can’t hear me screaming, well, I'll blame it on my subtlety.
but if you can’t hear me, am I not worth saving?
Am I not—am I not—am I not—am I not worthy of saving?

In my dreams of the deep
there’s something dark that lurks beneath.
There’s something dreadful below, looming
and it threatens to consume me.
In my dreams of the deep
there’s something dark that lurks beneath.
There’s something dreadful below, looming
and it threatens to
Oh god, it threatens to—
Oh god, it threatens to—
Oh god, it threatens to consume.


How many have to sink?
How many have to fall beneath
before we might believe—
before we find some empathy?
How many must be lost?
How many lives will this plague cost
before we lend a thought—
before we see a worthy cause?

You are worth—
you’re worth reaching for.
You’re enough.
You’re worth so much more.
You are worth—
you’re worth fighting for.
You’re enough.
You’re worth so much more.

It’s not absurd. (a ball and chain)
You each have worth. (anchors away!)
Your every breath holds some validity.
Let go of your blame. (a crushing weight)
Let go of your shame. (a terrible fate)
Try to take back some sense of dignity
and know you’re worthy—worthy of saving.
I swear you’re worth saving.

In my dreams of the deep
there’s something dark down beneath.
(Oh god, there is something below!)
There’s something below, looming
and it threatens to consume me.
In my dreams of the deep
there’s something dark that lurks beneath.
There’s something dreadful below, looming
and it threatens to—
In my dreams of the deep
there’s something dark down beneath.
There’s something dreadful below, looming
and it threatens to—
Oh god, it threatens to—