We all come up for air
To see a distant truth
A vision we can not see
When the tides are high
And the soul is deep
Lost into the world
Creating, living, dying
That is where we live
Till we come up from air
All alone surrounded
By the past, the future
The seagulls above
The lonely palm tree
The fruits that have fallen
It's nice, but quiet
Your mind is so loud
Afraid of the night
The night under your eyes
The heavy heart beats
Till you are beneath
Once again, in the light