Where the woods would wear the wafting sounds of sea
Roves an oath, in search for something more to be
"Still hard for me".
Treading lightly, tightly shedding its old skin
Leaving trails of night for light to bring chagrin
While air grows thin.
In these hands I'll hide
While this world collides
It's not enough for me.
Only the rhythm of love escapes the harmonies.
Leaving us a beat.