I'm in a state of panic where nothing seems to change
Pacing my room at night waiting for warm light and
I'm scared of the waters now crashing at my shore
And she'll say; “Wait for calm.”
It's always the darkest of things that cause the loudest of noises
That clamouring chaos won't cease for all the diamonds I could mine
Forcing and pushing and pressing their own selfish headlines into print
Well, I'll just sit, be patient, and I'll wait for the silence one more time
The ice we're on couldn't be any thinner
With hands so cold, so cramped, can't curve to form a claw
The page we're on just lacks so much life
Take it, fragile, turn it over; you'll find there's nothing there
Write ‘sincerely' in blood, write ‘sincerely' in blood
We're tongue-tied and tethered
(We'd like to believe) What beats in our hearts, beats in our words
And she says; “Wait for calm.”
But it's the times that you're left alone to find your own way
Waiting for waning darkness, waiting for warm light's hands to bloom…
Stay, drift, silent, and in that moment let clarity find you as a long lost lover
“Unearth your hands and be well” she'll say, her hair ribbon blue
And while small things barely stir the dust to move, darkness like this makes them giants
The darkness makes them giants
We're more isolated than we know
Only endless islands off in distant view
Lonelier than ever, we'll never grow
We're so alone, floating off in distant view
Take me to the sea
Take me to the river
Take me far away
We're so alone, you and I
Oh, giver