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.