High on this ledge
I stare at the water
The sea it is breathing.
I’m asleep, and I’m dreaming.
In this bed, anchored fast to the day.
Grounded again. I don’t have the energy anyway.
I always go back to the sea
It makes more sense to me
Than just about anything
To the blue and the green
Follow your dreaming
Go back to the sea
Again
Back to the silver spray
Back to the greenest place
In the slowest day I’ve ever dreamed in
Back to the birds and boats
That the moon pulls most
Of the way to the edge of the morning
I always go back to the sea
It makes more sense to me
Than just about anything
To the blue and the green
Follow your dreaming
Go back to the sea
Again
I'll always go back to the sea
It makes more sense to me
Than just about anything
To the blue and the green
Follow your dreaming
Go back to the sea
Again