I left my window open at the bottom of the sea
The cold air blew in past the angler fish to me
And I caught a bug, but not in a glass jar
While the currents swept me away quite far

I lay in bed, and I stare into the ocean deep
Wondering what out there, there could be?
If I knew, then I'd know where to go, to be
But I don't, so I sit here, with the company of me