Psychic eyes have swam ashore this midnight beach

With each and every passing of the hour we forgive

The world outside we never understood

Humble in our yearnings to learn and remember



What will lay in waiting, What have we been chasing? (x2)



Quiet eyes have flown asunder our quiet skies

I'm just a little boy tempted by the changing of the winds

Holding on to a childhood some may rather not embrace

But letting go of what made you so unique is certainly a disgrace



Gentle eyes have walked towards me calming and serene

Growth will be what we shelter yet inside it awakens us

A memory is like a candle flame, so quick to be erased

But if you feel the warmth inside it will never be replaced



What will lay in waiting? What have we been chasing? (x4)