The space between your fingers

The lack of water burns

The fear in you that lingers

Stalking all whom it concerns

The tempest's howling chorus

Sings the days we never took

As they come dying all before us

The closing of a book



I turn the other cheek

I'm dropping, I am one

Into the hands of nameless lands

To which you cannot run

But the ocean is your voice

It whispers, "Half of me has fled"

And now you're screaming bloody murder

Breaking promises and bread



Your words now crossing worldly borders

Strip my covered ears

The only thought that comforts

Is the hope in future years

That maybe you'll arrive here

With a heart and mind subdued

And maybe we'll remember then

The life that we pursued



The tide sweeps you away

But no further can you be

Than one night's sleep through winter

Time is nothing more to me

And the ocean is your voice

It's howling, "Half my life is dead"

And I am screaming bloody murder

Breaking promises and bread