If I am still, it will pass me by,
if I am still, it will pass me by.
A brittle leaf, frightened by the storm,
a brittle leaf, frightened by the storm.
If a brittle storm will pass by the leaf,
Frightened, I am still me.
Lost at sea, I cannot find my way,
lost at sea, I cannot find my way.
I succumb to the tides, remembering only your face,
I succumb to the tides, remembering only your face.
Only, I cannot succumb. My face remembering the way;
at lost tides, I find your sea.
You cast warm shadows over the barren shore,
you cast warm shadows over the barren shore.
Beckoning me to join your journey into the salty winds,
beckoning me to join your journey into the salty winds.
Journey over the barren, beckoning shadows to the salty shore;
you cast your warm winds into me.
Remembering the shore, I am still a frightened leaf.
Your journey; beckoning me to join you into the warm sea.
You cast the long winds at me,
shadows pass it by, the only way over.
If I cannot find the barren tides,
my storm will succumb to your salty face.