I wrote a song about the ocean I wrote a song about my love   I know you can't cage what once ceased movin'   If you wanna touch her once resent ashore (?)      Her tears taste just like the ocean   I know I tremble to their touch   She says that life is made of struggles   and the dead just didnt struggle quite enough      I like to lie down on the ocean   and clear the city from my lungs   Sometimes it rains while I'm driftin'   then I'm dried off by the sun      Now some men believe that they are giants   They stomp their feet against the ground   But if they came across a ocean   they wouldnt feel like giants very long      I know my arms are only sails   and my boat is small and made of bone   I can't pretend that I am fearless   as I wait for the wind to come      I like to lie down on the ocean   and clear the city from my lungs   Sometimes it rains while Im driftin'   and then I'm dried off by the sun   Mhmm