The furrowed bed of sand worries again
As it had before, waves left the land.
For the falling leaves the child weeping alone,
He`s letting go of the anchor and all the lines...
waiting for the fingers of the grey wave
or his mother`s hand to roll over him
with endless water...10,000 bridges
Show me father.
Now I`m older, now much older
And this wake can take me out to sea.
And this wake can take me out to sea.
I can see her, she is calling me
I can feel her there...I can feel her there.
waiting for the fingers of the grey wave
or his mother`s hand to roll over him
with endless water...10,000 bridges
Show me father.