When the waves wash around me
then I'm in sail company
I float a bit, glide a bit over glassy sea
there's mystery in the middle of ocean free
Why do we go there over there?
Why are the oceans destinations?
Why is nothingness a tourist attraction?
When there's just no interaction at all
I try to call I try my all
during this tide's rise and fall
I'm drowned by sky I don't die at all
in the great ocean I feel so small
I'm nigh on tall amongst it all
this voyageing rises me
about the waves surrounding me
I'm somewhere off the coast of Gaul
Why do we go where we don't know where we are?
Why do we seek the sun and just follow a star?
Why go where we don't know?
and just survive the blow
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