An ocean - when the bird sees the solid ground

Shall we just go little wreck of my heart
go for the waves out there
oh I know,
these are frightening seas

when old bastards are ripping apart
all what is kind out there
all we grow
and how wild we dream

somewhere in this stubborn light
over the waves and troubles now
I look out for yours like youʼll for mine
so deep in the arms of the ocean now
when the bird sees the solid ground

and now we leeway when still and so dark
peace in the sounds out here
thunder claps
in the distance warm

another one follows I count from afar
I never get used to this
first the flare
then the silence starts somewhere in this stubborn light
over the waves and troubles now
I look out for yours like youʼll for mine
so deep in the arms of the ocean now
when the bird sees the solid ground

Iʼve been counting on
the wind would know where Iʼm going to
and when stillness comes around
I ask what my heart would do
about drifting around
so deep in the arms of some ocean now

I see feathers on every wave
from every old used to be
ones you loved
did you let them dream?
I still lose it, I speak to myself
I ask out in nothing too
to the birds, why Iʼm singing still, am I singing still?.