In the still of the mistful morning
We can have our way for free
In the dusk of the dying hours
Will you take it all from me
We’ve been searching for far too long
Sinking in but still moving on
From the source of the murky waters
We will drink to quench our thirst
Though we know that the streams are drying
We will serve our own unversed
We’ve been going for far too long
Sinking in but still moving on
The dying tide
Our waters have run dry
We stand in line
To wash our hands
In the dying tide
At the end of the dying hours
We will dive into the void
Though we know what the depths are hiding
We accept to be destroyed
We’ve been dying for far too long
Sinking in and forever gone
The dying tide
Our waters have run dry
We stand in line
To wash our hands
In the dying tide
The dying tide
Our waters have run dry
We stand in line
To wash our hands
In the dying tide
The dying tide
Our waters have run dry
We stand in line
To wash our hands
In the dying tide
Where there was water
The cracks now appear
Over the dark land
The stillness is clear
Now tides are dying
We’ll reach for the shore
Past winds will lead us no more