The house is full of life
 Life is change
 Even death is not stable
 The house is full of whatever I bring to the table
 If there is no supper, the children look to me
 Then to the table and then to the sea
 A son of a fisherman, like I used to be
 I spent many a day staring out at that sea
 Water apologizes for sorrow endlessly
 And what change will come when our will is done?
 I got married to my wife, she's lovely
 And I had a son
 Giving birth nearly killed me
 Some say I died
 And all that survived was my lullabies
 The panic room is now a nursery
 And there’s renovators renovating constantly
 In the winter, the water is frank with me
 Says, "Son, there is still a fisherman out on that sea
 And he's looking for his family
 He's looking for his family
 He’s looking for the son of the sea
 He's looking for the son of the sea"