I will make my home here Know I was fine before, fine before, fine before My feet ever slow The age that takes me I'll slip out to the mountains Where nobody knows me Do you ever listen Did you know that We could make sounds?

Wave after wave Pulling against the stream I'm slowly drifting (drifting away) And it feels like I'm drowning My face above the water My feet can't touch the ground Touch the ground, and it feels like I can see the sands on the horizon everytime

I will make my home here Know I was fine before, fine before, fine before My feet ever slow The age that takes me I'll slip out to the mountains Where nobody knows me Do you ever listen Did you know that We could make sounds?