we spotted the ocean at the head of the trail
where are we going, so far away
and somebody told me that this is the place
where everythings better, everythings safe

walk on the ocean
step on the stones
flesh becomes water
wood becomes bone


we dont even have pictures

just memories to hold

that grow sweeter each season

as we slowly grow old

mist and shadow
cloud and shade
all shall fade

as we slowly grow old

toad the wet sprocket
billy boyd