I'm told the answers will fall short between
The names that are called out in the dream
I saw the sun go down on the pacific sea
Rapt in the notion of reverie
When the pages have torn in between
Lost are the omens of your dreams
I saw the sun go down on the pacific sea
War is not the answer or all we'll ever be
Ever be in need
Behold reverie
In the feeling of the shoreline
Of the borders in the night
Ever be in need
Taken by the brief
By the newness
Of believing
Living for the free