I wrote a song about the ocean I wrote a song about my lovenI know you can't cage what once ceased movin'nIf you wanna touch her once resent ashore (?)nnHer tears taste just like the oceannI know I tremble to their touchnShe says that life is made of strugglesnand the dead just didnt struggle quite enoughnnI like to lie down on the oceannand clear the city from my lungsnSometimes it rains while I'm driftin'nthen I'm dried off by the sunnnNow some men believe that they are giantsnThey stomp their feet against the groundnBut if they came across a oceannthey wouldnt feel like giants very longnnI know my arms are only sailsnand my boat is small and made of bonenI can't pretend that I am fearlessnas I wait for the wind to comennI like to lie down on the oceannand clear the city from my lungsnSometimes it rains while Im driftin'nand then I'm dried off by the sunnMhmm