He writes about the stars in the sky
I write about the depths of the sea
He writes about the infinite void
I write about the space beneath
And we meet in sound, on common ground
We meet on the dividing line
Between the sea and sky
Old man never understands him
Yeah, I can relate
When all that we know is destruction
We just want to create
And all we want is direction
Walking flat, bending low or high
Between the sea and sky
Can't fight this
Can't fight this, fight this motion
Can't fight this
The waves of an alien ocean
And we meet in sound, on common ground
We meet on the dividing line
Between the sea and sky
No comments:
Post a Comment