I wrote a song about the ocean I wrote a song about my 
love
I know you can't cage what once ceased movin'
If you wanna touch her once resent ashore (?)
Her tears taste just like the ocean
I know I tremble to their touch
She says that life is made of struggles
and the dead just didnt struggle quite enough
I like to lie down on the ocean
and clear the city from my lungs
Sometimes it rains while I'm driftin'
then I'm dried off by the sun
Now some men believe that they are giants
They stomp their feet against the ground
But if they came across a ocean
they wouldnt feel like giants very long
I know my arms are only sails
and my boat is small and made of bone
I can't pretend that I am fearless
as I wait for the wind to come
I like to lie down on the ocean
and clear the city from my lungs
Sometimes it rains while Im driftin'
and then I'm dried off by the sun
Mhmm