Из альбома: March of the Lonely
An ocean's stare wells up in the ????
The moon bows its head in respect to the sunrise
The wind's delicate breath is playing with the tide
And all the boats lay on their backs as if they were tired
To all sea, and all sky we are important
Can you see?
Can you hear its heart beating silent?
The anchor is firmly in the sea bed
The wind carries every word and whisper said
The owl slowly twists its neck
By the shore a dog and swan lay dead
To all sea, and all sky we are important
Can you see?
Can you hear its heart beating silent