Sun gleams in, hear the magpie sing for sorrow, it makes things better
Maybe we’ll get to spread our wings tomorrow, if luck will let us
Can anyone fly into these grey skies, ‘cause there’s somewhere I’m meant to be
Sea [bad word] like a river rolls a stone when it’s rolling me
 
I missed my turn, in the dark I hear your voice, it makes things easy
I’ve strayed too far from the road, wish it could always make things easy
And I won’t fight through the rising tide, if that’s the way it has to be
Sea [bad word] like a river rolls a stone when it’s rolling me
Sea [bad word] like a river rolls a stone when it’s rolling me
 
Sea fog rolling, sea fog rolling, sea fog rolling