No dust is sheet.
And the broken stone that lost.
Of her years it passed by.
And the two deaths of rivers.
And her moons that have fallen.
And risen as old.
And the night.
And by the river at dawn.
I have discovered the light.
And I've been watching
the tide.
And I've been feeling their flood.
And it's a humbling experience.
To watch as they grow.
And I've been watching the tide.
Where the beauty of our dreams touches the beauty of the sky.
And the stars in our oceans become the stars in our eyes.
Where we reach out to forever for just one last last bit of hope.
Where the tide's ever flowing is all our minds really know.
They leave it shot pressed.
Return to give.
Yet to own.
Yet to steal.
Yet to steal.
Yet it's coming and it heals.
Yet it's something they each seek.
To leave our past behind.
Join the tide.
Yet another one to seek.
Yet another one to seek.
To reach the beauty of the sky.
And the stars in our oceans become the stars in our eyes.
Where we reach out to forever for just one last last bit of hope.
Where the tide's ever flowing is all our minds really know.
Where the tide embraces me.
Where I fall into the river.
As it sails toward the sea.
I'm lost and I'm dreaming.
I'm lost and I'm feeling.
And this is waiting forever.
Till finally take me.
Down.
Where the beauty of our dreams touches the beauty of the sky.
And the stars in our
oceans
become the stars in our eyes.
Where we reach out to forever for just one last last bit of hope.