Make an Ocean

The day has left nothing of its quiet dissipation, Just a bit of starry language lifting heavy eyes. The plague of the vague cold-hearted speculation, Where haunted dreams of peaceful things of Eden rise. Move your hand across the void of my heart Move your hand across the void of my soul Move your hand across this land of dry bones Make an ocean Make an ocean Make an ocean The answers lay silent against all expectation, Just a bit of starry language and lingering lies. The ghost and the host sifting through desolation, Where haunted dreams of peaceful things of Eden rise. Move your hand across the void of my heart Move your hand across the void of my soul Move your hand, I'm just a bag of dry bones Make an ocean Make an ocean Make an ocean (Repeat) Bright flame of hope tremblin' like a sword, In the hand of a man who does not want war. Move your hand across the void of my heart Move your hand across the void of my soul Move your hand across the darkness of my mind, Move your hand, oh, and let there be light Move your hand across the void in my soul Make an ocean Make an ocean Make an ocean Oh, make an ocean Make an ocean Make an ocean