Near the ocean, a flute sings like a melody,
We remember it clearly, the warmth of candles
Standing tall on that giant brown wooden tree.

The sand, yellow, dancing in the loving woods,
A silhouette sleeps in the stillness of the sea;
I stray from who I am, struggling to breath.

Lost from the end, away from the dark,
A thousand pieces of wisdom across the sky,
The shadows play a journey on the light.

This beauty... standing alone in a love story,
To be the stillness, the fear, and a single thing,
Beyond the death in a dangerously cold life.