Oceans shape the sides   Touching down in the spaces   Soaking from a warm goodbye   An early rise offers kindly      Tonight I sleep to dream   Of a place that's calling me   It is always just a dream   Still I cannot forget what I have seen   The crowd's hard to believe   At their faces I'm looking   But your feet I'm following   In soft steps on a path the way you lead      I don't want to lose myself   It's a whisper   It's a funny thing   We fold like icicles on paper shelves   It's a pity to appear this way      You're flying when your foreign eyes   Trace the heights of the city      Steaming   With rocks and clouds we breathe   Violent skies   A shock to my own body   Speech is wild   Alive sacred and sounding   Wild   From across and beyond, oh far beyond      I don't want to lose myself   It's a whisper   It's a funny thing   We fold like icicles on paper shelves   It's a pity to appear this way      Hold, hold, hold on   I swear I saw it somewhere   Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow   Hold, hold, hold on   I swear I saw it somewhere   Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow      I don't want to lose myself   Tonight I sleep to dream of a place that's calling me   It's a whisper   It is always just a dream   It's a funny thing   Still I cannot forget what I have seen   We fold like icicles on paper shelves   With rocks and clouds we breathe, a shock to my own body   It's a pity   Alive sacred and sounding   To appear this way   From across and beyond, oh far beyond