White wading days
The marsh of the heart
And you wake up
From the surface of your mind
I look down deeper
reflecting on myself
In fear's dusk
The soul whispers:
I love you
While it's echo has moved on
Rippling in the water
And laying down
Do you gilde with transparent wings
It's cold there
It's high tide
Out of your sight it flows
It's high tide
And your head starts to hurt
It's high tide
You can see a shining reflection in the moon's teeth
Yeah, you, you, you
One can wake me up
Yeah, you, you, you
One can wake me up
Yeah, you, you, you
One can wake me up
And centuries of ancient grief crash onto me