The Other Shore

Light years away

A proverbial needle in the hay

An elusive future past

While in pursuit of the fruit

Yeah, you squashed it underfoot

Expectation latent, lost

Stop one moment

All is golden, ooh

Stop one moment

All is golden, ooh, ooh

All things as one

We belong like a lyric to a song

Nothing after or before

In lost and found

We resound like the air becomes the ground

Resting on the other shore

Stop one moment

All is golden, ooh

Stop one moment

All is golden, ooh