Last night I think I lived a thousand years,
Caught wind of the soft song of passing winds.
Swam past the seas and met a school of fish.
Joined class they said to keep a weather eye.
Keep a weather eye out.

That sound that pulled me out, got louder still.
Till salt and sea became a vacuum’s mouth.
But turned off into a darkened room.
Which was all void and smelled of stale sea air,
I said, my oh my, where on earth am I?

I’ve been swallowed whole,
Now a passenger in the belly of fate.
(fate, yeah, fate, oh)

Last night I traveled without eyes or ears,
Sat idle in the womb of elder’s dance.
From sailing to the Isle of White,
Hostage in the mouth of myth.

I said, my oh my, where on earth am I?
I’ve been swallowed whole,
Now a passenger in the belly of fate.