The furrowed bed of sand worries again

As it had before, waves left the land.

For the falling leaves the child weeping alone,

He's letting go of the anchor and all the lines...

waiting for the fingers of the grey wave

or his mother's hand to roll over him

with endless water...10,000 bridges

Show me father.

Now I'm older, now much older

And this wake can take me out to sea.

And this wake can take me out to sea.

I can see her, she is calling me

I can feel her there...I can feel her there.

waiting for the fingers of the grey wave

or his mother's hand to roll over him

with endless water...10,000 bridges

Show me father.