Thatch Snow

Like a stumbling ghost

Visiting my soul

Better get going

Like the wind on my back

A friend in my bed

When I come home

Time won't change that the truth

Still hasn't been told

Been bought and been sold

Doubt won't take away my hope

My hope for some joy

To spread from this boy

The window's open

The light is soaking

I see it coming

Over the ocean

The window's open

The light is soaking

I see it coming

Over the ocean

The window's open

The light is soaking

I see it coming

Over the ocean