IRC-Galleria

staring at the sea

will she come?

is there hope for me

after all is said and done

anything at any price

all of this for you

all the spoils of a wasted life

all of this for you

all the world has closed her eyes

tried faith all worn and thin

for all we could have done

and all that could have been



ocean pulls me close

and whispers in my ear

the destiny I've chose

all becoming clear

the currents have their say

the time is drawing near

washes me away

makes me disappear



I descend from grace

in arms of undertow

I will take my place

in the geat below



I can still feel you

even so far away