The smell of you and the ancient taste 
Of salt and sea wakes me from my equilibrium 
Shakes me from my lasting equilibrium 
The sudden cries of rising sea-birds 
Ascending from the foaming waves 

No more, nowhere to be found equilibrium 
I'm descending into protean dreams 
Drawn by the sea-shine in your open eyes 
White-fingered waves reach out for my skin 
Softer than velvet and colder than ice 
I'm descending into the protean dreams 
Dreams of the sea reach out for my soul 
Softer than velvet and older than time 

Older than time 
Dreams of the hunter 
Protean dream 
Dreams of the lover 
Dreams of the warden 
Protean dream 
Dreams of the lover 

Protean, ever-changing sea 
Crushing waves, beckoning me 
Opening me, dreams to see 
Descending into protean dreams 
Following the ancient streams 
Understanding what it all means 
What it all means 
I am waking from equilibrium