The Sea - Many Rooms

I hear him calling me

From the deep

I’m up to my neck in the water

But I’m not ready to leave the sea

The sea

I see his arms stretched out

And he’s reaching

My hands are tied up in the chaos

But I’m still trying to keep ahold of these things

Ahold of these things

Walk to me out on the sea

To me out on the sea

To me out on the sea

To me

(Walk to me out on the sea)