Oceans shape the sidesnTouching down in the spacesnSoaking from a warm goodbyenAn early rise offers kindlynnTonight I sleep to dreamnOf a place that's calling menIt is always just a dreamnStill I cannot forget what I have seennThe crowd's hard to believenAt their faces I'm lookingnBut your feet I'm followingnIn soft steps on a path the way you leadnnI don't want to lose myselfnIt's a whispernIt's a funny thingnWe fold like icicles on paper shelvesnIt's a pity to appear this waynnYou're flying when your foreign eyesnTrace the heights of the citynnSteamingnWith rocks and clouds we breathenViolent skiesnA shock to my own bodynSpeech is wildnAlive sacred and soundingnWildnFrom across and beyond, oh far beyondnnI don't want to lose myselfnIt's a whispernIt's a funny thingnWe fold like icicles on paper shelvesnIt's a pity to appear this waynnHold, hold, hold onnI swear I saw it somewherenWaving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follownHold, hold, hold onnI swear I saw it somewherenWaving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follownnI don't want to lose myselfnTonight I sleep to dream of a place that's calling menIt's a whispernIt is always just a dreamnIt's a funny thingnStill I cannot forget what I have seennWe fold like icicles on paper shelvesnWith rocks and clouds we breathe, a shock to my own bodynIt's a pitynAlive sacred and soundingnTo appear this waynFrom across and beyond, oh far beyond