Sometimes, I sit down with
two glasses of rhum,
to count money I've earned
that adds up to a crum
and fall out on a field,
feel tired and gone,
feeling the earth in a storm,
it still keeps me warm and I -
inhale sweet air but won't
breath it at all
and dead calm, deep water, feels wet,
and before I -
exhale I - feel deeper within,
then I fall down
Staring at the oceans in you
Deep down, deep down your water
Sail out, the storm will make me
find my way home
Sometimes, I come down from the
high in my brain,
and feel lame, start itching,
need to fill up my vains again
and fall out, lay flat on the ground
and my eyes,
they stay closed, for a while,
but wide open inside, and I,
inhale sweet air,
it tastes salted and raw,
and dead clam deep water,
feels wet and before I -
exhale - I feel deeper within,
then I fall - down
Staring at the oceans in you
Before I sail out
I found a hole in the sky,
and I'm wahtcing you from where,
I love my living
Deep down, deep down your water
Sail out, the storm will make me
find my way home