Sittin' Back   Smell of the ocean   Somwhere out   In the black      Lightning strikes   Thunder mics   Gods fury    At all of us      New moon   You're gone too soon   I don't know how to react   Just yet      I feel just like a beached whale   Quiet Panic before I set sail...   ...If I do      Feet in the sand   This wasn't planned    But I'll be damned   If I'm held back      Tongue in my cheek   Not sure to speak    My Mind,   Or say I'm just fine      I feel just like a beached whale   Quiet Panic before I set sail...   ...If I do