I must have gone low. Cause there was not a single light. I must have gone far under a violent sea. Sing me again, make me sure you’re there. Sing me like you, always did before. I must have gone far, under a silent sea. With nothing to fear, under a mile of sea. It must have turned fast, ‘cause I did not see it come. I must have been slow, used to move so light. But I don’t have the easy touch, no I’m not strong at all. I turned to the worried kind, when I had something. I couldn’t keep the easy touch. I wasn’t tough to at all. No one really knows the name, but I had something, something . . .
It must have turned fast, ‘cause I did not see it come I must have gone far, used to move so fast Sing me again, make me sure you’re there But I don’t have the easy touch, no I’m not strong at all I turned to the worried kink when I had something, something