Well, you feel like an ocean
A cetacean in my hand
All the makers of this world
Controlling all the grains of sand
I've been smitten, I worship
A true creation of man
For all the patience and virtue
I look not towards the land
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
At the bottom of the ocean
300m overhead
They surrounded their leader
Then, produced one dead
In the night he was taken
He was struck in the head
"To rest among the corals
Is his fate," cried Ned
Well, you feel like an ocean
A cetacean in my hand
All the makers of this world
Controlling all the grains of sand
I've been smitten, I worship
A true creation of man
For all the patience and virtue
I look not towards the land
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
At the bottom of the ocean
300m overhead
They surrounded their leader
Then, produced one dead
In the night he was taken
He was struck in the head
"To rest among the corals
Is his fate," cried Ned