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