I'm not sure how to tell you,
that I'm still an untainted ocean.

For I have watched the birds come and go
And I can speak for years about the rain and the wind
I can tell you the patterns of the sky and the stars
I can pretend like many have sailed through my waters before

I bet you think they have
With my water so wide and the eroded banks along the shore
The vague, mysterious stories I tell
About the waves that cross my body
However, it is all fantasy
For my ocean is untainted and no one has sailed here before

Because every time someone tries to step on the tiny pebbles
on the furthest coast
I cause a storm
I destroy their chances
So I may remain untainted
an untainted ocean