I wish to live by the sea
Open air, open ocean, open me
No smell of dust just
Waves crashing free
Raw power
In the face of insignificant me
A place of peace
And destruction
Strength through eruption wild inside me
Whirring like a machine
No desert, no cactus, no fatal attraction
Just salt spray and giants at play
Beneath the white capped waves and giant bays
Things in the deep
They call while I sleep in
Violent dreams of storms
Deep ocean
Whales that sing alone surrounded by mother water
And quiet ferocious things
Quiet ferocious things
Quiet ferocious things
Quiet ferocious things
Things in the deep
They call while I sleep in
Violent dreams of storms
Deep ocean
Whales that sing alone surrounded by mother water
And quiet ferocious things
Quiet ferocious things
Quiet ferocious things
Quiet ferocious things