There is a time
  There is a place
   There is a steady an true pace.
     There is hope for peace of mind
       There is faith within this place
In this morning where the sun may
never raise...
Again we wake on stranger tides
This foreign feeling that grows within (covers all our wicked sin)
No dawn to erase yesteryears mistake.
Now again we part our ways
With broken hearts in our hands
We watch the dawn break again.