Banquets of bouquets drifting out to sea
Following the pack of buzzing honey bees
Waves crash in Turner pink, to meet the feet of trees
Feeling the branches break; the wind draws its warm breeze
If I come down to earth
My ghosts will rise
They'd shadow the sun
And I'd never see the light
Under a sailor's sky; the ocean endlessly
Washes the fog away and turns it to energy
If I come down to earth
The waves will rise
They'd swallow the sun
And I'd never see the light
It was here first
This feeling inside
I'm drifting to birth
Towards the endless light