chance brought me down on your side
and she's just along for the ride
wings melt and we hide
and all this means nothing to the sun
are we leaving this one?

mine comes true here
who's expanding here?
mind full of you here
and I will claim (?) fits in the sun
are we leaving this one?

and swift out, she goes to the last fray
short lives and long days in a fast stay
then will they wave to you?

The ocean spreads out on sunbeams
radiant, knowing
and your hand looks so nice in mine
and its been a thousand years seen since inception
and radiant, glowing.
and they say that we are doing fine

your ocean spreads out on sunbeams
radiant, willing
your hand looks so nice in mine
and the new come struggle has both of us
stapled to the island for awhile
and they say that we are doing fine