Floating on the ceiling of the town
The sky is turning over, inside-out
Clouds evaporating in the Sun
Peeling back the layers of the tongue
As the daylight starts to fade
The caterpillar makes its way
Climbing down into the sea
Into the sea, into the sea
Underneath your bedroom lies an ancient ocean-child's eyes
Lately, when I go to sleep, they're next to me, they're next to me
They'rе calling, opening
Illuminating, ever-incandеscently returning me
The mindful touch is moving me, it's moving me
My body's keeping score of me, it just wants to feel safe
Baby, don't you know
I'm counting on the seashore?
Oh, but something so familiar
Oh, isn't always right
Over time, the air begins to change
Everything is different and the same
Moving through the winter ice cocoon
Incubating slowly with the Moon
As the Sun begins to linger
Wrapping round the tunnel's finger
Hear the water trickling, the spring is talking, tickling
Underneath your bedroom lies an ancient ocean-child's eyes
Lately, when I go to sleep, they're next to me, they're next to me
They're calling, opening
Illuminating, ever-incandescently returning me
The mindful touch is moving me, it's moving me
It's changing, rearranging all the pathways in the sand
Baby, don't you know
I'm counting on the seashore?
Oh, but something so familiar
Oh, isn't always right
