Setting sail for broken moons and drifting stars,
In a sea of faded galaxies,
Pouring into the waterfall that meets the edge of the world,
Greedy jewels inside farewells.

Flooded eyes, won't you meet me here?
Among the broken message men,
They will float around us as we walk,
And talk about the things we knew.

Nebulas bleed into the sea,
Searching our feet for something new,
It appears that we,
Like to lie about what we see.

Flooded eyed, won't you meet me here?
Among the broken message men,
They will float around us as we walk,
And talk about the things we knew.

I know we both wish for the sky to speak,
No matter what we may believe,
I know we both wish for the sky to speak,
No matter what we may believe.