Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oooh

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oooh

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oooh

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oooh

I don't know what to sing about

Cause there's too much to say

And I don't know whether I'd say it

If you wanna ask anyway

It's a case of sadness madness the blues

A case of excess mess in the cess of which I've made

Well I don't know where to start

Maybe I'll start with my hands in the air

An act of surrender in case unaware

For breaking and beating all that I got

I'm overwhelmed you might say it's a lot

It's oceanism

When everything's falling apart and it's getting too much

It's oceanism

When you're trying to shake all the stuff in your brain but it's taking you, it's tearing you in two

Violent rips out to the sea

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oooh

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oooh

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oooh

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oooh

When you're seeing the future, in flames and neglect,

you don't know you caused it but it's rearing its head

Talk to the dead

They've seen the end

The green is all gone,

The waves of fire

Take all that's left

Talk to the dead

Check once again, make sure you lie in their faces

So they can't see what's happening

It's oceanism

It's the pain, it's the power

Thorn and the flower, the sky meets the sea

It's oceanism

The earth can be free, unbound by disease

All this travesty, dawning on me

It's oceanism

It's the lay of the land

The clock in my hand

My palm on the tree,

My blood on the leaves

It's oceanism