In the dead of night I feel the tide
I see the wreckage in the sea we left behind
All the places that we went have lost their names
All the churches where we stopped are empty frames
We were oil and water lying side by side
We did everything we could trying to collide
In the quiet hour you were hard to read
A predicament with no reprieve
All the places that we went have lost their names
All the churches where we stopped are empty frames
We were oil and water lying side by side
We did everything we could trying to collide
