I. Flow
Blue, blue oceans ride on seraphim winds
And stroke the shorelines with just the briefest of touches
Always moving in sensual waves
That cling to the Earth with the pa**ing phases
Each touch takes a little land
And draws the line between the Sea and Sand
A moments grip, a fleeting embrace
Does the water feel the surge of energy?
Coral and stone, breathless and awake
Upon the kiss between the Sea and Sand
Always moving in sensual waves
That cling to the Earth with the pa**ing phases
Each touch takes a little land
And draws the line between the Sea and Sand
But northern brothers are frozen in the endless wasteland
White shards of crystal, slice in the dark
Lakes that crack and splinter in solitude
Kept alive in the midnight sun
Bleak and powerful, lost and alone
They have no interest in Sea and Stone
II. Sea
Watch out below, there's something moving!
Stirring in the deepest deep and waiting far below
Slowly rising, ripples from the sea floor
Conceal the shapes and presence in the shadows
You better watch out!
The fishermen feel it, long before it shows
A taste of the brine, lick dry the flashing foam
A pull on the rope, and they hope they will get lucky
A moment of poise but seconds in which to pray
You better watch out!
III. Waves
instrumental
IV. Stones
Pulled into the bleaching sunlight,
and raised in menace, locked inside
The monument to mortal weakness
keeps away the rising tide
Turrets silhouette the skyline,
the black on grey of hallowed ground
Casting fingers on the coastline,
reaching out without a sound
... It's written in the stone...
Battlements of tempered granite,
coastal rock and fettered pain
Keystones hung in pensive anger
join the archways, take the strain
Silence searches all the corners
to tempt the shadows in the Keep
And break the scorching barren slumbers,
wake the watchers from their sleep
... It's written in the stone...
Stood amongst the wake of towers,
echoes from the ages past
The fortress on the cliffs remembers
every inbound galleon mast
And into history, on to ruin,
the gates of morning stand impressed
The ghost of lodgers now vacated,
ever faithful, never rest...
V. Tides
Ebb and flow
Out and In
Loco -emotion
With sweet devotion
Lunar maker
Coastal rain
The ragged curtain
Set in motion, set in motion
Like the breath of the Ocean
VI. Sand
Through falling grains, we stand and watch the world
And measure each and every moment
In simple flows within the stream of Moons,
that wax And wane
By stealing time we make a sense
Of all the wonders, now revealing
And mark the dying pa**ages
With indifference And disdain
How many handfuls will we gain?
Before the gla** is drained away
Markings drawn upon the sand
Are gone before the break of day
Through falling grains, we stand and watch the world
And measure each and every moment
In simple flows within the stream of Moons,
that wax And wane
How many handfuls will we gain?
(Falling down in fitful slumbers)
Before the gla** is drained away
(Counting down in finite numbers)
Markings drawn upon the sand
(Left alone, no time to wonder)
Are gone before the break of day
(Farewell, farewell..)
VII. Undertow
instrumental
VIII. Ebb
Blue, blue oceans ride on seraphim winds
And stroke the shorelines with just the briefest of touches
Always moving in sensual waves
We cling to the Earth with the pa**ing phases
Each touch of a lover's hand
Binds the World within a grain of sand
A moments grip, a fleeting embrace
We are born within a surge of energy
Muscle and bone, breathless and awake
A cry for life just like the sea on land
Always moving in sensual waves
We cling to the Earth with the pa**ing phases
In life, we walk a path alone
Overlooked by Sea and Stone
But the northern brothers are frozen in the endless wasteland
White shards of crystal, slice in the dark
Lakes that crack and splinter in solitude
Kept alive in the midnight sun
Bleak and powerful, lost and alone
They have no interest in the Sea and Stone