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