Places you will go I can turn, we can turn to the places we know You could have stepped into the top of the water poles Into the wells of the shimmer love She's gonna drive you to the shores But you don't know who you are I tell her take your time now

Then, and again, sing of three hundred men Glory and death, Spartans will never surrender Many many years ago, when Persia came ashore Heeding Leonidas' call the Spartans went to war Joined by their brothers, a few against the fateful horde

You wanna know me like waves know shores And I waited some, and I waited some I'm waiting to see who's mind of gold Message after message Through your broken turn I hear someone Who hasn't found what changes them Like I know my own self's goals Like I

This is for long-forgotten Light at the end of the world Horizon crying So long ago The tears he left behind long ago An old man by a seashore At the end of day Gazes the horizon With seawinds in his face

We met on the shore of a lemonade lake Weeping willows looked down where we lay Orange blossoms I smell in your hair Butterfly, flutter by, butterfly by Waterfalls send your ripples to us Here on the shore of the lemonade lake Pond lilies play hide and

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore Though the truth may vary Don't listen to a word I say The screams all sound the same Hey! Hey! Hey! 'Cause though the truth may vary I don't like walking around this old and empty house So hold my hand, I'll

Fueled, these new shores burn, dark past lies cold Shadow, my sweet shadow, to you I look no more I found a flame in the burnt out ashes... burn out, burn out! I'm selling heavenly sketches A world out of my mind Ready to explode in purity to fill the

Love lifted me, love lifted me When nothing else could help Love lifted me I was sinking deep in sin Far from the peaceful shore Very deeply stained within Sinking to rise no more But the Master of the sea Heard my despairing cry

It was not two days. a night and a day I look back at the man I was before A sorry stranger banged up on the shore Your warm arms tore the walls down. The devil with the damned things anyway They were of no use, just a frame From there he would watch,

Meet the enemy Meet the liar There at these shores the die has been cast Freedom was our highest good We ventured our lives This dead black night Our destiny revealed It will never be the same There at these omnious shores of river Saône