On the lip of a fading dream
The blue landscape dissolves,
White lines of trees remain-
Frozen like memory.
The swan-lined shore has gone now
And everywhere the voice of the wind
Speaks to me like an old lover
Reminding me of all I didn't do,
Didn't say, didn't feel, didn't wish,
Didn't hope, didn't want.

Cause I have opened my palms
And let lines flow into the blue,
Dripping drop by drop
Into the still water, I walk on.
Soft now as down, my skin glows
In the last light,
Between worlds I walk, suspended,
Put palm upon my chest,
Hold down my heart
Swelling with waiting...

I'm walking on water, walking on water
Walking on water, walking on water.
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Should I turn back into the dream
And trust the journey to the vortex of night
Where rocks become Wolves
In the moonlight
And Owl-wings serenade
The sabbath of sadness.
Then deep into the very heart of grief
Where love is a stranger
And forgiveness an emigrant
In an unknown land
There, sunk into the granite core -
Cold breath of nothingness...

Or should I follow the way my feet tread
Gently on the water's skin,
Towards the creaking barge of light
That ploughs the blue mist,
And climbs aboard and floats into my life.
Crowded with living, breathing,
Hoping, loving, clinging, lying,
Hating, praying, killing, dying, burning,
Ashing, losing,
The breath of time, smelling of sweat,
The breath of time smelling of sweat and longing...

I'm walking on water, walking on water
Walking on water, walking on water.
(X2)

I'm walking on water, walking on water
Walking on water, walking on water
Walking on water, walking on water
(X2)