Junior Suite

The sea is the same all the time
With the same wind
I'm just saying, I'm not the sailor, I'm not the wind
I know some happy fish
They seem happy
But what could I possibly be doing in it?

All these things that come to me
All these things that leave me
These things that come back to me
These things that leave me again
It should come back to me before it passes me by quickly
Junior suite

Love, we often compare it to an ocean
I'm just saying, I'm not the boat, I'm not in it
I have some sailing friends
They are sailing
I already have so much water that's gone away

All these things that come to me
All these things that leave me
These things that come back to me
These things that they're leaving me again
I need to get over it before it passes quickly
Junior suite