June was the lobster shell,
I dug by hand, a haven that hid me well,
Beneath the sand,
The white windy waves washed in,
But I stayed dry,
The great breakers broke again,
'Cause I'm on and off inside.
And then, when the [bad word] aground,
And my eyes turned blue and green,
I heard a gorgeous sound,
And that's when it became a dream,
When the sky fell in,
When the hurricanes came for me,
I could finally crash again,
And that's how I became the sea.
I wrenched the engines off,
And dragged them down,
The depths turned the iron soft,
As they swiftly drowned,
And I brought the ocean side,
To [bad word] knees,

As I felt the even tide,
Deep in my shallow dreams.
And then, when the [bad word] aground,
And my eyes turned blue and green,
I heard a gorgeous sound,
And that's when it became a dream,
When the sky fell in,
When the hurricanes came for me,
I could finally crash again,
And that's how I became the sea.
(When the sky fell in),
When the sky fell in,
(When the sky fell in),
When the hurricanes came for me,
I could finally crash again,
And that's how I became the sea,
That's how I became the sea,
That's how I became the sea