Along the quiet, narrow streets
Canals are still in high tide
Whatever needs to be will be
When there is nothing left to hide
Whatever remains will set you free
A crater left as a divide
All of the memories will return
In the sleep like shallow scars
Whatever remains will set you free
A crater left as a divide
There will soon be time
To meet them all again
For once at eye level
And for once as friends
There will be time
Time to return
