Bring me the ocean, I've given up on this dream; and I'm waiting for the wind to appear. A gust of its power, could take me away from the pain of the music I hear. Some say don't worry, everything's fine; but my journey has already begun.
I've lost sight of the horizon, it grew distant with time; and I'm counting my days by the sun. Yes, I'm counting my days by the sun. I've opened my wounds, and let out the pain, My sea has turned from blue to red. My rivers of blood have left their stains, while I'm slowly losing my breath. My future and I, we are face to face, I see a glimpse of the other side. I realize now just what I have done, and I think I might change my mind. Yes, I think I might change my mind. So many ships have passed me by, are they lost in the sea. Do they know where they are, or are they lost just like me? If I could waltz with an angel and dance with the sea, then I woudn't need a reason to make me believe. I reached for the heavens, it was all I could do; and let out one last desperate cry. I felt the embrace of somone I knew as an angel appeared in the sky. Yes, an angel appeared in the sky. If I could waltz with an angel and dance with the sea, then I woudn't need a reason to make me believe.
Writer(s): kevin kline