Sometimes, I sit down with Two glasses of rhum, To count money I've earned That adds up to a crumb And fall out on a field, Feel tired and gone, Feeling the earth in a storm, It still keeps me warm and I - Inhale sweet air but won't Breath it at all And dead calm, deep water, feels wet, And before I - Exhale I - feel deeper within, Then I fall down Staring at the oceans in you Deep down, deep down your water Sail out, the storm will make me Find my way home Sometimes, I come down from the High in my brain, And feel lame, start itching, Need to fill up my vains again And fall out, lay flat on the ground And my eyes, They stay closed, for a while, But wide open inside, and I, Inhale sweet air, It tastes salted and raw, And dead clam deep water, Feels wet and before I - Exhale - I feel deeper within, Then I fall - down Staring at the oceans in you Before I sail out I found a hole in the sky, And I'm wahtcing you from where, I love my living Deep down, deep down your water Sail out, the storm will make me Find my way home