I felt myself in the ocean I felt the waves of devotion Calling out You’re calling out my name Swept under the crashing waves I heard your voice in the thunder I saw you move like a Trembling ground I swear you’re in the airs and breaks Leaving me without words to say You’re my favorite kind of drink To good, to strong My favorite kind of night To loud, to long My little white lion The right can’t wrong for me Baby you see yeah