I've been staring for weeks (at the cold rusted sheets), and the broken down pillars (of years that passed by), at the cold depths of rivers (and the moons that have fallen) and risen as halves... (I've been star gazing and) whispering to myself in the night, (and by the river at dawn I have discovered the light; ) I've been watching the tides (and I've been feeling their flow) and it's a humbling experience to watch as they grow. *chorus (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 grasp at hope, where the tides ebb and flow is all our minds really know). they leave in short breaths, returning to give, and to hold, and to steal... and it's calming and it heals, and it's softening it seems, (to leave my past behind, join the tide) and head out towards the seas. (chorus), I'm lost in the moment where the tide embraces me where I fall into the river and set sail towards the sea, I'm lost and I'm dreaming, I'm lost and I'm feeling like this has waited forever to finally take me...