but the years I spent inside the whale,
yes the years I spent inside the whale...
no need to run from sorrow
no need to live tomorrow
I didn't notice how it happened but I woke up in a whale's stomach
I tried so hard to run away but there wasn't any door or window
where are you now, my gloomy faith, where are you now, my ferocious love-love?
I believe there is an answer but so deeply it is hidden
and the years I spent inside the whale...
and the ocean weeps all day all night like a naughty child
but inside my whale it is so dry and warm
I have nobody to talk to and I'm becoming whild
but I do have a shelter from any dreadful storm
and the years I spent inside the whale...