[Damon McMahon:] I don’t know what to say So I’ll say nothing, that’s ok I don’t know what to do So I stand, green eyes, black skin, in front of you Chariot will take me down To the curious part of town
In the ocean, I’m in motion My eyes full of devotion
[Elias Bender Rønnenfelt:] What were you like in Norway? Not you, but the first one down the hallway Open, blue-eyed, dull mind Graceful, golden, constantly Northern light upon my bed From the window I descend
In the ocean, it was spoken My eyes full of devotion
[Damon McMahon & Elias Bender Rønnenfelt:] I think about you now and then But it’s just a moment and I forget again In fact, the last time I thought of you I was three-fourths the way into a friend Up on the roof, I see you now Still don’t know what you were on about
In the ocean, no emotion That’s the sound of devotion