I heard of a place that gives off a blue
When caught at a different tide
Hills point to a bay that offers a view
Changing as the water climbs
You can look for days it never gets old
Entranced by the shifting sights
You can stay for days and not meet a soul
Get lost in the quiet night
If you switch your gaze and follow the coast
Out to where the cliffs dissolve
There's a spill of clouds that looms like a ghost
Still there though they barely hold
Behind where the tree line makes up the shade
You'll find a warming ground
You can stake your claim and take up the space
Unwind in the calm surround
Taking control of things
Trying for peace
Taking a hold of things
Time we'll need
I'll see you there
Plan your move
Get prepared
I'll see you there
Plan your move
Get prepared...