If this be the sea
Then where do I stand?
Is the breeze from the water
Or the pages that pass through my hand?

If this be the sea
Then where do I stand?
Is the rip of the tide
Or the pages that pass through my hand?

If this be the sea
Then where do I stand?
If this be the sea.

Is the glare from the water
Or the pages that pass through my hand?
Is there life in the depths
Or that pages that pass through my hand?

If this be the sea
Then where do I stand?
If this be the sea.

If this be the sea
Then where do I stand?
With grain 'tween my toes
And gloss in my hand.
The page is the power
An old power at fault
And when I ripple paper
Man, I swear I smell salt.
I raise up the page
To cover the view
But if this be the sea,
Oh, if this be the sea,
If this be the sea,
If this be the sea,
If this be the sea
Then the sea
I choose you.