Down in Larissa´s lagoon
She sits by the light of the moon
She´s hearing voices in her head
She must be strong
She must not give in to their song
She´s hearing voices in her head

Down in Larissa´s lagoon
Her guests; they sleep in separate rooms
But her father comes to tuck her into bed
She´s lost her mind
Got no control
And there´s nowhere else to go
When her father comes to tuck her into bed

But Larissa woke up one morning singing,
"Hallelujah, remember me for my passion; the paradise that I imagined, hallelujah."

Down in Larissa´s lagoon
The skies; they never look blue
´Cause someone spiked the rain
With a little extra juice
She thinks she´s being followed
Any minute she´ll be swallowed
Someone spiked this rain
With a little extra juice

But Larissa woke up one morning singing,
"Hallelujah, remember me for my passion; the paradise that I imagined, hallelujah."

Hallelujah...hallelujah...hallelujah...hallelujah

Down in Larissa´s lagoon
There is no force that´s greater
Looming deep within a very, very, very troubled girl
She stays awake for hours
Picking out the sweetest flowers
To lay upon the grave of a very, very troubled girl

But Larissa woke up one morning singing,
"Hallelujah, remember me for my passion; the paradise that I imagined, hallelujah."