The high tide

The road is singing
When i set out
I take three steps…
The road grows silent

The road is dark
As far as i can see
I take three steps…
The road is gone

I climbed up
On the high tide
The head is full
But the heart
Wants more

Hands of lace
Wooden face
Body of brick
Eyes that sting

Hands of lace
Wooden face
I take three steps…
And you are there

I climbed up
On the high tide
The head is full
But the heart
Wants more