A lake, an ocean, to be crossed
The light shining through the surface, sometimes lost
Around the bottom of the sea we almost cried
I was never colder than that artic night

Going straight ahead is all that I can do
Up and down, all around; life's whirlpool
Lay my tail upon a rock
And dream

The schools of fish seemed lost in all the noise
A passing whale who lost his voice
A nice warm pool of a fleeting duel
A cloudy red trial, a happy ruse

The light shining through the surface is sometimes bright
The deeper you are, the harder it is, to tell day or night
Travel far and wide