When there are no waves and if there is no fire

Nothing left to say

Lie along the edge and hope it's never near

Help is on the way

Floating far

Waiting in the grey

Hold to something

Only for a way

When there are no cracks and if there is no light

Something chose the way

Laying in a gap, the words in between

Help is on the way

Floating far

Waiting in the grey

Hold to something

Only for a way

Floating far

Waiting in the grey

Hold to something

Only for a way