It's not a new alarm,
That you heard.
But it's like I'm new again.
New in its salt.
Realizing,
No illusion's as good.
So I made my way to the surf again.
A bit of heaven.
Hey, hey.
It's our one ocean,
It's balanced on the edge,
And it's calling you.
We met at the tides end,
A baptism so divine,
Like arms all around us.
My answer seems imminent.
Well if I don't surface soon I may never,
And say farewell to this odyssey.
This's bit of heaven.
Hey, hey.
It's our one ocean,
It's balanced on the edge,
And it's calling you.
Hey, it's our one ocean,
It's sitting on the edge,
And it's calling you.
Hey hey.
It's our one ocean,
It's balanced on the edge,
And it's calling you.
Hey, it's our one ocean,
It's sitting on the edge,
And it's calling you.
Calling you.
Calling you.
Calling you.