You are out on your own.

You got yourself free.

Have you been caught by the offshore breeze?

You are out on your own,

Am I getting you down?

Hey, I don't want to get you down.

All these beautiful things

You are waiting for,

They slumber on the ocean floor.

To very strange things

I am host.

Where will you be when you need me most?

You are burning it now,

You are burning it now.

I have piled it all up, it is burning now.

I hope you are well

And your sleep will be sweet

Among bivalves and sea anemones.