| The ocean wants me | |
| Never had to look under water | |
| Has it been ruled | |
| The never ending current pulls me through | |
| Waiting, waiting | |
| How it has been flowing since I was a boy | |
| Swimming, lightning | |
| Coming home, I am going home. | |
| Wash it all away, end up strong | |
| These eyes have grown, these eyes have shown | |
| Watching the horizon, hoping for | |
| The cliffs to rise above the shore. | |
| The tide rises far above | |
| The sky fades into the sea | |
| The awareness slowly ebbs away | |
| As light surely will find me. | |
| As calm as inside a womb | |
| As the skies are filled | |
| With shades of gloom | |
| The watchers of time have foretold | |
| That this life will find its way back home. | |
| Even a man who fights the cold | |
| fears the depths of his own soul | |
| Under the stars that share his light | |
| Sinking slow and reaching home. |