So vast, so free These deep blue waters drown me in jealousy I lost my head Somewhere between the surface and the seabed I stay beneath Where my voice makes no noise Trapped in my body But when I leave I know that one day it's an ocean I won't be Can they call it freedom? How can it be? When I live in a time zone unsuited to me Can they call it freedom? How can it be? We all have our patterns in life We all have our patterns in life We all have our patterns in life We all have our patterns in life We all have our patterns in life We all have our patterns in life www.mooji.org
