This stone must be moved
Before the waves bring another
Washed up on shorelines of torches
That no one sees
Where are their eyes?
Where are their mouths?
Our eden burns
With a faint glow
Dreaming while sleep graces us
Dreaming of the sun
Before we fall back on old ways
The tide is here again
Giants to me who is many
Born into opulence unknown to me
Their concerns will never be me
The lesser one, a breath that goes to waste
Where are their eyes?
Where are their mouths?
This stone must be moved
Before the waves bring another
Our eden burns
With a faint glow
The rift between us
Opens up like the maws of hell
Carry the stone
Far from home
Even if ranges of mountains must form
This stone must be moved
Before the waves bring another
And another will always come
Another always comes
Dreaming while sleep graces us
Dreaming of the sun
Before we fall back on old ways
The tide is here again
