Enough with the same crying shame I resign I’ll go slow through cotton plains, perspectives change My southern mind All along, the sky was an ocean I fall, a deeper state of love and grace A foreign light And grow from the shade of white and gray The bluest nights All along, the sky was an ocean I am done waiting for the rain Oh, this soil holds me no more From the darkness I arose I'm the weather, I'm the storm Mais, quero mais Já não faz mais sentido Mais, quero mais Já não faz mais sentido All along, the sky was an ocean