The rush and rattle, the waters retreat
This obsolete map's no good to me
This shifting shape, this changing land
Loved landmarks gone, impermanent
This ground has never felt so insecure
I can't stay upright on this shaking floor
Cast my message to the tides
My life packed small, curled up tight
Unwanted flotsam, helpless seed
Fickle waters carry me
This ground has never felt so insecure
I can't stay upright on this shaking floor
I need to find some solid ground
I need to find
The world is cold, the water wide
Bear me to the other side
I need to... I need to find
The water's clawing is almost spent
Time works its discouragement
Chart the rise and the descent
As sure as time the tide will turn again
The world is cold, the water's wide
The world is cold, the water's wide
The world is cold, the water's wide
The world is cold, the water's wide
Bear me to the other side
I need to... I need to find