Ocean from Coils by Coils

In my time of dying
Still think I'm upside down
Never thought there was a problem
Never thought to turn around
With the birds soaring on my ground
And the ocean in my sky
Maybe I think I'm living
When I'm actually gonna die
Bring me back to be
Come on help me see
Help me round and round
Till I hit the ground
When the sun sets every morning
And its coming out every night
Its getting hard for me to tell
If my conscious is getting it right
With the birds soaring on my ground
And the ocean in my sky
Maybe I think I'm living
When I'm actually gonna die
Bring me back to be
Come on help me see
Help me round and round
Till I hit the ground

• Dirty Rock
• Rock
• Chicago