I walked the spiraling village one nightnDrawn by the word of a bell or a lightnOut on the flat side it rolls to a spirenAll becomes clear asnThe tide falls awaynnParent and child and an ocean betweennOne is not heard and the other not seennToo many bottles but each had a message insidenAll becomes clear asnThe tide falls awaynAll becomes clear asnThe tide falls awaynnLucky we are when the stars leave us singing a hymnnOr a dirge of the ocean is gonenIs gonennAnd the old woman just stares at her handsnSo many heroes have crumbled to sandnAll those cathedrals were merely by mennIt all becomes clear asnThe tide falls awaynAll becomes clear asnThe tide falls awaynAll falls away