The hair upon your neck, it moves due to your breath
It’s every bit of life, and the absence of death
You’ve grown too old, your mind is teeming with intellect
The ghost, it growns. But all you’ve heard is your breath

There’s a violent brewing squall on the surface of the sea
But when the water finally calms, you’ll see the life beneath

You’ll see the life beneath, you’ll see the life beneath
You will see that this is beneath me

And I might lose sight of what I’ve done
But with the morning comes the sun

You’ll see the life beneath