It's four past the shaking hands  and the house is shouting  and the wide ocean's smile  is two mountains away     If the frozen-flat birds can thaw  to soar north against the wind  and stare across this great wide  land with faith and feather  You'll know I'll be there - my love     If the burning laughter refracts out the window  and too many threads are pulled  and leaves a mark on your night-face  as red as Shanghai in Autumn Moon     If I'm drowning serenely  and the browning and the torn  picture of your unshakeable smile  breathes life into my eyes  breathes life into my eyes  breathes life into my eyes  I'll always be seeing you - my love     When the brush is out of paint  and we stroke the gaps full  of silence and restraint  and the canvas starts to peel  that's when, that’s when, I'll take your hand  that's when, that’s when, I'll take your hand  I'll take your hand  I'll take your hand...