I was born in the ocean
I was born in the sunlight
White tapestries in hand
Tangerine thoughts sublime
No worrying
No worrying
No worrying
Bout those rumblin clouds
No worrying
No worrying
No worrying
Bout things crashing down
In our island on the sea
It's so poignant not diseased
There won't be no rapture
From the waves or the thereafter
But one day lightning shock
Will melt our bones
And grinding hell will wrench our core
But now, there's no worrying