There are patterns in the currents
The moon maps up the rules
How good it feels to rise, to turn to
Splash a thank you
My body doesn't lumber
It glides to split the surface
I can feel tiny things
All you think I do is sing
Propellers down here make no difference
Churn the crest and pass on through
But there's a spill inside the gills of secrets
You hold the hard deeds to
No matter where you cast the net
There is something tempered
Every little change makes a ring
All you think I do is sing
Take a boat out into the sea
Turn the lens to watch for me
Take a boat out into the sea
Expecting to hear me say
La lalalalalala
All you think I do is sing