| A pattern for what will shape the line |
| Overreached by the things to come |
| It’s not the wind that cools the ground |
| It’s the feelings just released |
| It’s in these moments we start to think |
| Sentient as you may be |
| A new picture for you to freeze |
| In which I try to hide so deep |
| Hearten we put us self to rest |
| Ignited by hopes of trust |
| The wind has lost its breath |
| And calmed the seas we’re in |
| How simple to let us drift |
| In a moment when nothing’s real |
| It’s time to wake up from this dream |
| And taste the water that we’re in |
| There was a time we looked at water |
| There was a time I felt afraid |
| Alone I sit and watch the flowers |
| Seems like they’ve all been coloured grey |
| There was a time we looked at water |
| There was a time I felt afraid |
| For all the cures you had to offer |
| The pathogen is still in me |