Show me the way of the ocean.
Open my eyes.
Pull me back to you like the ocean pulls its tide.
I am just a wave,
not even wood, but I drift.
Can I still be a vessel
when I'm left without a ship?
Without a ship
Show me the way of the ocean.
Open my eyes.
Pull me back to you like the ocean pulls its tide.
I am just a wave,
not even wood, but I drift.
Can I still be a vessel
when I'm left without a ship?
