the green lighting the fire to the words in the way i could hear you breathe i could see you see we want to make up a list of sound the repetition we will not
night's end running on the rocks i'd slip but not care somehow were soft there's enough here no one has to worry the coast is clear lighting fires
those sailors came again tonight they measured everything in sight they took the last peace of my mind i'm fading back into the sea you won't even hear